: EPILOUGE
"You can wait there Agent Dawson." The receptionist said absent-mindedly as she waved toward the seats in the corner of the room and continued typing away on her computer.
Selene sighed, nodded, and then headed towards one of the chairs and sat down. She took a deep breath and told herself it would be fine for the hundredth time that day.
"It's okay, there's no need to be nervous." She reminded herself under her breath. "Everything will be fine. You'll do great."
She looked around the room, more to distract herself than anything else. There was no TV, but several potted plants brightened up the place. It was a typical FBI field office; nothing more, nothing less.
"Agent Dawson, the Special Agent in Charge will see you now." The receptionist said a few minutes later.
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