Precious in the sight of the lord the death of his saints.
Psalms 116:15
It didn't take her long to figure out where exactly Ambrosio Enterprises was located. A few questions and she had been pointed in the right direction. However, she stood at the base of the stairs, fingertips rapidly drumming against her leg.
Decisions. Decisions. She had come this far, may as well see this through to the end.
One look back over her shoulder before pushing the double doors open with probably more force than necessary. Fury tended to make an entrance without trying. However, once in the lobby she took moment to dust off the sleeves of her white, woolen peacoat before peeling leather gloves off her hands. They were neatly folded up and put into a pocket.
It was late in the day, probably close to closing. The woman behind the desk almost looked irritated to be interrupted from her closing duties. But, it faded into a smile of professionalism.
"Good afternoon. How may I assist you?"
Fury crossed the space from door to counter in about four strides. Each heel click a little louder than the last.
"I wish to speak with Mr. Fai." A finger tap to the woman's desk, before pulling her hand back.
"He's out of the office for the moment. Shall I tell him you stopped by?"
"No.. I will wait."
She was already heading to one of the chairs in the waiting area.
"But.." The secretary started to say it was going to be awhile and that perhaps Fury should come back in the morning.
"No." Holding up a hand and waving a finger disapprovingly with a tsk.
"I said I would wait for Mr. Fai."
And she would, she would wait all night if necessary.
"Well, who should I tell him is waiting then?
"Amitiel."
The secretary just nodded, and wrote the name down, apparently Fury wasn't going to be dissuaded from her position at this point.
So, she waited for the Sinner's return.
Psalms 116:15
It didn't take her long to figure out where exactly Ambrosio Enterprises was located. A few questions and she had been pointed in the right direction. However, she stood at the base of the stairs, fingertips rapidly drumming against her leg.
Decisions. Decisions. She had come this far, may as well see this through to the end.
One look back over her shoulder before pushing the double doors open with probably more force than necessary. Fury tended to make an entrance without trying. However, once in the lobby she took moment to dust off the sleeves of her white, woolen peacoat before peeling leather gloves off her hands. They were neatly folded up and put into a pocket.
It was late in the day, probably close to closing. The woman behind the desk almost looked irritated to be interrupted from her closing duties. But, it faded into a smile of professionalism.
"Good afternoon. How may I assist you?"
Fury crossed the space from door to counter in about four strides. Each heel click a little louder than the last.
"I wish to speak with Mr. Fai." A finger tap to the woman's desk, before pulling her hand back.
"He's out of the office for the moment. Shall I tell him you stopped by?"
"No.. I will wait."
She was already heading to one of the chairs in the waiting area.
"But.." The secretary started to say it was going to be awhile and that perhaps Fury should come back in the morning.
"No." Holding up a hand and waving a finger disapprovingly with a tsk.
"I said I would wait for Mr. Fai."
And she would, she would wait all night if necessary.
"Well, who should I tell him is waiting then?
"Amitiel."
The secretary just nodded, and wrote the name down, apparently Fury wasn't going to be dissuaded from her position at this point.
So, she waited for the Sinner's return.