AJ walked into the office that morning and instantly migrated towards her desk. With a snap of her fingers the chair was pulled out and she sat down, crossing one leg over the other in a casual fashion.
The desk was an average look for someone who was obsessive compulsive about being tidy. Papers were stacked neatly and a cup full of pens and markers of various colors were on a corner of the desk. She smiled, but frowned instantly at her sticky notes being slightly off where they were supposed to be.
The phone began to ring and she reached for it, picking it up and putting it on her shoulder and to her ear before grabbing a paper and pen and setting them on the center of the desk. "S.P.I. Security Division, Ms. D'Aubigne speaking, how can I help you?" Was said into the phone with a sweet french accent before loud mumbling could be heard. "Yes... can you spell that for me?" Was then asked.
"Q... U... K..." A pause. "Did you say two r's?" Her perfectly plucked brows raised as she listened. "Ok then." A pause. "No no... you need to slow down a little for me sir." She rolled her eyes a little. "No I am not deaf."
Just then Alain walked out to her desk and tapped on it, causing AJ to look up. He smiled. "Can you get me some coffee please?" He asked and AJ nodded. "Of course Monsieur D'Mourir."Was said before Alain dissappeared. Good thing the phone was cordless because she stood and walked over to the coffee maker and turned it on of course after getting it ready of course.
"No sir... can you please repeat that again?" She was trying to listen and write while walking around. She stopped mid step and raised a brow. "Yes... I got it."
Once the coffee was done AJ poured some into a cup and carried it to her desk where she put down her notebook. "Yes... uh huh." A pause as she was writing and reaching for something... but what she grabbed was white out and she literally poured some into the coffee... it was a complete accident. You know when you're doing three things at once and mess it up? Anyways...
"Ok... I'll have him call you then. Merci." And she hung up the phone. Then with a sigh she wandered over to Alain's office and tapped on the door before walking inside. "Here is your coffee Monsieur D'Mourir."
The desk was an average look for someone who was obsessive compulsive about being tidy. Papers were stacked neatly and a cup full of pens and markers of various colors were on a corner of the desk. She smiled, but frowned instantly at her sticky notes being slightly off where they were supposed to be.
The phone began to ring and she reached for it, picking it up and putting it on her shoulder and to her ear before grabbing a paper and pen and setting them on the center of the desk. "S.P.I. Security Division, Ms. D'Aubigne speaking, how can I help you?" Was said into the phone with a sweet french accent before loud mumbling could be heard. "Yes... can you spell that for me?" Was then asked.
"Q... U... K..." A pause. "Did you say two r's?" Her perfectly plucked brows raised as she listened. "Ok then." A pause. "No no... you need to slow down a little for me sir." She rolled her eyes a little. "No I am not deaf."
Just then Alain walked out to her desk and tapped on it, causing AJ to look up. He smiled. "Can you get me some coffee please?" He asked and AJ nodded. "Of course Monsieur D'Mourir."Was said before Alain dissappeared. Good thing the phone was cordless because she stood and walked over to the coffee maker and turned it on of course after getting it ready of course.
"No sir... can you please repeat that again?" She was trying to listen and write while walking around. She stopped mid step and raised a brow. "Yes... I got it."
Once the coffee was done AJ poured some into a cup and carried it to her desk where she put down her notebook. "Yes... uh huh." A pause as she was writing and reaching for something... but what she grabbed was white out and she literally poured some into the coffee... it was a complete accident. You know when you're doing three things at once and mess it up? Anyways...
"Ok... I'll have him call you then. Merci." And she hung up the phone. Then with a sigh she wandered over to Alain's office and tapped on the door before walking inside. "Here is your coffee Monsieur D'Mourir."