As the man spoke, Alexander turned to give the clock beside him a casual glance. Noting the time, he abruptly rose from his seat and turned to the man seated across from him. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. McMillan, but I've got an important appointment that won't be able to wait," he said, brushing down the sides of his suit as he prepared to take his leave. He stepped around the side of his desk, leaned down, and eyed his surroundings as he whispered to McMillan. "If it's the country and the people you truly care for," he began, his voice in the lightest of whispers, "then take your business to the entrance of the Ministry." Choices awaited him there, and he had every bit of faith McMillan would make the right choice.

With a grin, he stood straight and made way to the door, expecting the man to follow. Placing a hand on the man's back, he edged him out the door and then followed suit. He couldn't be too sure if he'd remembered to lock the door.

OOC to dan arjay: I apologize, but I needed the office empty, and I see from your message that you'll be away. Hope you don't mind, but please, feel free to join the crowd in the Picket Line thread just outside the Ministry!

OOC to all: The Undersecretaries' Office is now empty of people. Please read the above post, though.

Looked like half of the department was here. Dean glanced over his shoulder, nodding at them. He was, as usual (when he worked with the police department) will be the first one to secure a perimetre. The patrol officer twirled the doorknob, pushed it open and had his wand straight into the undersecrataries office before he realised no one was there. Borr was definitely inside his office!

Dean looked at Wes, waiting for orders. Or perhaps he would let someone else take the lead now. He didn't want to be the first one to face that man-eating overweight walrus if possible.

Right. Go time!

Emily entered the office. Her wands aimed and ready to take down anything that posed a threat.

The room appeared to be empty. And better yet, she could still hear Borr's voice on the other side of the next doors.

Pausing, she waited for the others to catch up.

"We ready?" she whispered to the others? Heck, she knew she was ready. Well as ready as she could be given the circumstances.

Keeping her wand held up high Aubrie stepped into the senior and junior undersecretaries office. Empty, but there was still the sound of Borr's voice. That was the rest of the people here's job, those who weren't in team three. The people here to get Borr.

Aubrie walked over to the door stealthily and listened in, trying to hear if Borr was the only one there, or if there were others. D'Isigny perhaps. She wrote words in smoke with her wand. Borr seems to be the only one there.

Dean was doing a good job so far, but that didn't stop Wes from aiming his wand all around the senior/junior undersecretaries' office. He eyed Aubrie's smoky writing and nodded.

"He could be in the conference room though... I think they connect," Wes whispered. "Let's stick behind Team One for now?"

Let them take down Borr if they were so eager.

Turning around to Emily, Dean whispered. "Do you want to go in the normal way or the action-packed way?" he grinned widely with a slight evil aura surrounding him. He never thought of he was going to be a part of arresting the Minister. They might get their names in History of Magic someday, who knows?

Then he turned to Aubrie. He frowned. Well, if D'Isigny really wasn't there, too bad. But at least they could help team one arrest Borr and perhaps collect some evidences. He listened as Wes whispered to him. He nodded. Another grin spreaded across his face. Arresting the Minister sounded so intriguing!

Aubrie looked at Wes and nodded. That was a possibility of him being in the conference room. It would make perfect since. Aubrie backed off away from the door. Wand still out and ready for worst possible situations.

Here you go team one. Have fun getting walrus man.

Skander backed into the office, keeping his eye on the other doors. He stopped moving once he reached Emily, but his wand was out and he was still on high alert. The other team were right after all. They didn't know where the other Cultists were and they could be hiding somewhere ready to attack.

Of course that didn't mean that he liked the other team trying to edge in on their moment. You picked your team so stay with it. Go check the conference room or something and leave us to get the minister. Of course Skander wouldn't actually say that to them, he wasn't suicidal. And at least they were close if something went wrong.

"We're ready when you are," he whispered back to Emily. He was so ready to take Borr down a peg or two. He'd also have to make sure to find that stick the Bossman had mentioned. Maybe they could have a Borr pinata party before taking him to the cells.

Emily nodded again. If he was ready, and the others were ready then there was no point in dawdling any longer.

"On three..."

"One.."

"Two.."

"Three.."

AND BAM!


OCC: next post in Borrs office. WOOHOO!

Victoria Daniels, was settling into her new office as she put away some supplies she brought with her that morning. She sat setting up her desk.

Vicky was the new Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic. It was a job that she knew she could do to the best of her abilities.

Armen had finally been released from that Hell-hole of a holding cell on level two where he had been dropped off after the duel in the Atrium. It didn't seem that many were believing his appeal that he had been under the influence of Gevrik's Imperius and he couldn't blame them, he had been pretty awesome at his job and someone under another's influence wouldn't succeed that perfectly.

Siiigh.

His walk of just the one floor to reach the Minister's office was amazing after spending the night in that cramped little compartment he was tempted to Apparate home and skip this whole meeting but he needed his job and they would probably arrest him if he didn't go straight there and he did NOT want to go back in there. After all he had done he was lucky they weren't sending him directly to Azkaban.

Reaching the desks that Madea Ward, the spunky woman he had met a while back, and where Greingoth used to sit, Armen barely took notice of the new lady who was sitting there. "Greingoth wanted me?" he said in a grunt. The cut under his eye from where the rock hit him was still smarting and a rather large bruise had formed on the left side of his face.

Vicky looked up when a man who seemed to have had a rough night walked in. He spoke in a gruff tone that made her raise an eyebrow. He must be the man Alexander told her to expect this morning when he came in. She looked up at him with kind eyes and said,"Yes, Mr. Recard. He's in his office. You can go in."

She gave him another once over before returning to her desk work. There was a bit of things to go over and set up in order to get some stuff on the go.

Pffft...his office?!

He stole it from Borr, he did. Working as his Undersecretary, all the while trying to weasel his way into the Minister-ship. That man had some nerve.

Armen sighed and looked at the woman who seemed entirely too cheery, sure she was knew but she must know what she was getting herself into. He stood up straighter and pushed open the door, no need to knock.

Ruby Bell was shaking in her knees a bit, waiting by the desk. In her hand held a basket full of some nice danish sweets made for the entire office. Smiling sweetly (after checking to make sure no leftover purple-stains from her grape drink were on her teeth), she merely held the basket out in front of the desk where the secretary waited.

"G-good day Ma'am, I made these for everyone, please have one." Blinking quite rapid in fear. What if this lady didn't like her sweets, didn't want to accept it? Or perhaps she will burn them?! Gasp! No-no-no, that won't happen. Quick, Ruby explain more!! "I-I-I also wish to share some with the new Minister of Magic." Looking fondly towards the door, OHHHHHH Ruby hoped he was in the office. Not that she would mind, even if it took her traveling by foot across the globe to find him! Yes, oh yes she would. SHE WAS DEDICATED!! "I-Is he available?"

Victoria looked up at the sound of a rather nervous girl. She gave the girl a kind smirk and said,"That's very nice of you. Sure I'll have one. And please call me Victoria or Ms. Daniels. What's your name?" as she leaned forward onto her desk. She wondered why this young lady was so nervous. Growing up with three brothers knocked that right out of her.

Glancing over toward the Minister's Office she said,"He's in a meeting right now but if you could wait or leave one for him with me. Either one will do."
That meeting should be an interesting one.

"Vic-tor-ee-ya.." Ruby made particular care to pronounce each delicate four little syllables that sounded it, "What a lovely name!" Showing off a grand smile, oh yes, and now to share her full name!"I'm R-Ruby-Tanisha-Cordella-Bell." If her complexion were lighter, one would notice the dark glow over her face as she felt the world heat up. Ohhh Merlin, she was much too young for these hot flashes! "R-Ruby will do or." Warming up before she added her old school nickname. "Taco Bell.."

Oh, he was in a meeting, Ruby's eyes rose before taking on a concerned look. And then she heard the latter "leave one for him with me". Narrowing her eyes a bit, just a bit!! So no one would suspect, but alas, this has to be a test. A test of - what is it? - PATIENCE! For there would be no living soul who is left with one of Ruby's sweets without being tempted to devour it! "I shall wait-" an ETERNITY! "I like to see those who.. enjoy my food."

Vicky relaxed back into her chair and lace her fingers over her flat stomach. She looked at the girl closely and said "It's nice to meet you Ruby."
The girl was much too high strung. Victoria asked her,"Which department are you from?" she asked her to ease her countenance.

As she offered her two options, she saw a slight shift in the girls mannerism. Tilting her head a bit with a slight cock of her eyebrow Victoria had to suppress a chuckle at her reply,"I see. Well be my guest and wait. I'm sure he won't be much longer." she said to her as she gracefully rose from the chair to put away some books in the cabinet behind her.

"Likewise, as well." Ruby couldn't help but continue her rapid blinking at the way she was being eyed. "What a lovely office!" Yes, it was. It was so- how you say- NEAT! Indeed, Neatness made Ruby smile once again. But alas, another question. "I work in Maintenance, with the Food Court." Oh yes, it was an important job. Keeping in line to make sure all employees are satisfied and no such starving in the office. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

And there it was with the look, it made Ruby almost mirror the tilting her head a bit before given the okay to sit. "Splendid!" And watched as Victoria put away her books before turning to the door again. "I-I pray tell the new Minister is-" Oh my, poor Ruby is nervous again! And here she was without her beloved juice! Oh dear, keep it together girl.."Is into delectables?" Dear Ruby looked down into her basket with the assorted sweets, she hoped he was indeed a SWEET man..

Medea had been on a long holiday – after the whole Imperius curse thing she needed a vacation. She came back feeling renewed. The straightforward woman made her way back to her desk; this had been the first time Ms Ward had ever taken a vacation in her professional career. Part of her felt guilty for taking time off, but honestly she had been in no position to come to work. The woman needed some time to rest and get over the whole ordeal.

Looking over her desk it seemed as though everything was in order. Settling into her chair she got started straight away on paperwork. She had received word on her vacation that Borr was out and Mr Greingoth was in. This left the Senior Undersecretary position open, Medea was less than thrilled that first off she didn’t get the position and second that she had to learn how to deal with a new person. Hopefully the person would be like her and Mr. Greingoth – all business.

She partially blamed not getting the job on the holiday she took and it couldn’t be that she didn’t apply. Another reason she never took time off! She took out her quill and started signing forms sorting the stacks left on her desk.

Returning to her office to get started on her day's work, Victoria walked in with a cup of coffee in one hand and had the other in her pocket. As she entered, she looked across the room and saw another lady sitting at her the other desk. She must be the Junior Undersecretary.

Walking over, she said,"Hello. Good morning. You must be the Junior Undersecretary. I'm Victoria Daniels, the new Senior Undersecretary." as she introduced herself to the lady.

Medea heard the door open, but decided not to look up just yet. She rifled through a couple more sheets before the woman approached. Looking up at the now speaking woman she placed the quill down and stood. "Delighted." She held out her hand offering a firm handshake. "Looking forward to working with you Ms. Daniels, I am Medea Ward."

After the handshake she placed both hands in front of her and entwined her fingers. "So, have you been with the Ministry long?" Medea was trying hard not to be jealous of the woman's position, but it was getting more difficult by the second. It didn't help that generally speaking Medea felt most women was silly and incompetent.

Medea couldn't help but wonder if she'd be able to get along with Ms. Daniels. At that thought she reminded herself she could always go back to Italy and work in their Ministry if this didn't work out.

Taking the offered hand, she shook it and said, "Please, call me Victoria. I am also looking forward to working with you. Which reminds me, I would like to get started on some things with you. Just a bit of rescrambling, of course I'll run it through Alexander." as she withdrew her hand and put it back her pocket.

"No I haven't really. Worked in the same position in a different ministry." she replied to Medea's question and asked her own,"How long have you been at the ministry?"

She moved to her desk to settle in as she set down her coffee and hung her coat over the back of her office chair.

Medea would not be calling her Victoria - this was a professional environment and she intended to keep it that way. "Absolutely, looking forward to it." Oh great, new girl and wants to change everything. Medea just smiled politely and nodded.

"Yes, I've been here a number of years. Making my way up through the ranks as the opportunities came about." Again kicking herself for taking time off.

Ms. Daniels returned to her desk and Medea took her seat glancing back at her paperwork. Looking over her desk anyone would find it odd there were no personal effects or pictures. The dark haired woman was an "all business" kinda gal. She had a hard time letting her hair down, especially at work. However get a couple firewhiskeys in her and you'll find a funny, warm and friendly woman.

She leaned back in her chair, she realized that Medea was not a flexible one. "Well, very good. I won't be completely lost as far as the culture here in the Ministry. Other than that I can see that you are very ambitious. Very good trait to have." she said to Medea.

"Ok as soon as things settle down here and I get Alexander's ok, I would like to meet with a few people briefly, partly for introductions and such. Also, would like to get some things in order. I can see there is some need of that. I'll give you a list of people apart from level one who I'd like us to meet with." Vicky said.

She was very flexible but was a get things done kind of woman. Vicky was here to work.

One thing Medea loved, a compliment. Yea.. it was a little vein but it is what it is. The woman didn't respond, but rather nodded in agreement. As long as Ms. Daniels kept the compliments coming they might get along. Well she also had to be a hard worker. Medea hated slackers.

Medea had no problem doing her job or what was asked of her. "Yes of course." She was itching for some more interesting work than this paperwork. The dark haired woman needed an adventure, even if it was just meeting with people and judging their poor excuse for work.