Jena strode through the corridor in gray pants and a matching jacket that fell to her thighs, scowling at the thought of her appearance. b****y formal attire, she shouted in her own mind. Uncomfortable as the Bleakness itself.
Bloody formal attire,Uncomfortable as the Bleakness itself.A young man stood just outside an open door with hands shoved into his pockets, watching her with a blank expression. He had a round face with buzzed hair and thick brown eyebrows.
Pressing her lips into a tight frown, Jena looked up at the man. She blinked a few times. “So, you"re on guard duty,” she said. “Well, I suppose I can"t blame Mr. Tombs for wanting extra security. Tell him Director Morane is here.”
He gestured to the door.
Jena stepped inside to find herself in a posh office with green carpets
