She sat on the waiting lounge, and crossed her legs. She had no fantasies that they wouldn't recognize her.
And she was fine by it. Another face, another target.
And she was waiting for another life.
One of the secretaries delivered her a paper, and asked for her name and credentials.
"Kalliste Silver.
She replied.
And with that, the weight on her shoulders disappeared.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop