Mature content doth be below. I try to keep it reasonable, but the nature of the subject doesn’t make it necessarily easy to accomplish. So consider this the warning. Language and Gore follow. It isn’t a blood-fest, however.
Ames was a reasonably attractive woman with dark brown hair.
She had a decent figure, and she knew she looked good in a dress. However, her choice of profession left little to no room for her to explore her feminine side. She had chosen a career as a police officer, and had graduated with honors. Now it was her first day on the job, and she was standing next to the Inspector General’s office. Well, technically, not standing by his door, but the one next to it.
Whoever worked here was a powerful and influential person, and they were her partner.
She smirked and knew that she shouldn’t. If someone walked past, it would look exactly like what it was.
Arrogance.
Still the hallway was empty enough. It was the top of the food chain, and the heads of the police department choose the hours they wanted to work. She glanced down at her watch and frowned. It was now 6:15. Way too early for her taste, but she had been informed her new partner liked to work unusual hours. So she had made a decision to be ready at 5:50 and she was.
Her immaculate uniform was perfect.
