She waited patiently, or so it seemed. However, her eyes, which flitted constantly around the small, dark room, betrayed a deep sense of apprehension.
Her blue orbs immersed themselves in the pallor of the simple magnolia walls, the black, stygian metal of the secretary's desk legs, the plush, dark carpet underfoot.
The rich, red leather which shrouded the door. The very door through which she would enter in a matter of seconds, if she had heard the muffled conversation correctly.
The door opened. And a figure retreated from the room within.
"Miss ------? He'll see you now." The ------ eyed girl looked up at the ashen skinned brunette, who was gesturing gently for her to enter the room.
She quickly stood and gracefully crossed the small room, pushing a few stray strands of wavy, light/dark, ------ hair behind her left ear. She quietly entered the inner room, her light footfalls muffled by the thick carpet. She crossed the office and gently sat on the overstuffed chair located on one side of the dark mahogany desk.
"Ahhh, Miss -----. Welcome to MI6."
"Thank you Sir."
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