Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26104528-20160217034848

Having finished a fairly long phone discussion with a family law firm re: the former Destrals and insurance/legal guardianship/(stuff that Fedora is nowhere near well-versed enough to do anything in), Director Hargreave stood out on the 5th floor balcony with a cigar in her hand. The raccoon was currently talking over the phone with Zephrion about her choice to hire the rebels until another call came in.

"Ms. Hargreave, your 5:15 appears to be on his way." Sini calmly spoke as she re-organized the contents of her filing cabinet while putting a few other unneeded documents into a shredder-incinerator combo.

"Please excuse me, Mr. Flagg. I have another appointment coming in. We'll talk later."

The raccoon hung up, took one last drag, and tossed the cigar into an ashtray before heading back inside and calling the elevator back up to her office.