A young woman slid into the room after immediately after Dorchstsky.
Shaking her head at the loud noisy ox in-front of her, she slipped her hand past him as he turned away from the desk and took some papers of her own.
Sitting down next to the man in a chair, and smoothed down the legs of her pants. The woman produced a fountain pen from the front pocket of her vest and began to work on filling out the paperwork.
After ten or so minutes, the lady abruptly clasped the cap on her pen shut, a look of satisfaction washing across her face before vanishing without a hint of even being there.
Having finished the forms, the woman moved, standing up from her with an air of urgency. Walking over to the desk where she got them, she silently handed the papers to the person in front of her and vanished once more into the waiting room, blending into the sea of people.
The only clue the silent girl left of lingering there was the information on the application, filled out by one Angelika Irma Grunwald.
