[Log] Sajin Komamura, Soi Fon
Title: How Do You Like It?
Characters: Sajin Komamura (soleil_de_lune), Soi Fon (tsuyosaoboetai)
Timeline: 30 March, 1950
Rating: PG13 (for language)
Summary: Soi Fon's floor is out of coffee, so she travels to another to fill her mug.
Finally, a decent day had come at last! Miss Shaolin, or Soi as she had changed her name to some years ago, Fon was able to sit back and relax. If only for a minute. The towers of paperwork to be muddled through were finished, which had been the goal of her day, and she could safely sit back for a moment to stare at the ceiling. There was a stain above her desk that she had not noticed until well after being hired and put on this staffing system. The stain looked like something new every time she looked at it. Today the mark upon that old, white roofing with the air punctures in it looked like a roaring lion. For a few seconds she pondered it before gliding up to her feet and out of her chair. Dressed in a powder blue blouse that had long sleeves, buttoned at the cuffs, the hem tucked into a dark, navy blue skirt that fell to her knees with navy hose and simple white shoes on her feet. She had on a simple silver chain around her neck and a yellow bracelet on her wrist.
Shoes tapping upon the floor as she walked to the coffee room to pour herself a cup. Soi was not a coffee person, enjoying tea, but it was rather hard to come by sometimes. Coffee was just more accessible at work, anyway. But on her floor the bin was empty. Frowning, the woman moved down two floors to make herself a cup of coffee there. Putting the old, glass pot on, she sat down and picked up the nearest magazine and began to flip through it without much care. It was something to pass the time. Glancing back over her shoulder at the pot which had hardly begun to heat up, the woman then looked around the office. There hadn't really been anyone outside in the hall when she walked in, and no one was in here now. Turning back to her magazine, some interior design thing that had a lovely pair of drapes hanging on a window, she flipped the page.
Then, slowly, Shaolin began to hum.
---
When the members of the force would get it through their heads that filing the necessary paperwork after an investigation was as important as doing it beforehand, Sajin was not entirely sure. Still, he was making progress through the heap of reports stacked on his desk at a comfortable pace, even if it was not at a particularly rapid one. Finally, after toiling through the damn reports, Sajin signed one with a firm, controlled signature and set it on the stack he would deliver for filing. Well, not him, but the young assistant outside his office certainly would.
He was taking a break.
Breathing a short sigh of relief, Sajin stepped out of his office, handed the papers to the young woman with a curt nod, and started toward the lounge set aside for breaks. Coffee would do him well, if at least to force him to be alert for the remainder of the day. Sorting out late reports was something he was used to, but it didn't make it any more acceptable that it was taking up time that he would rather have used productively.
When he pushed open the door to the coffee room, he was surprised to see another figure already seated at the table. It was late enough in the day that most people were finished with lunch and no longer lingered for coffee, nor for extended breaks. It was only a second later that he recognized the figure as the woman from only a couple weeks before. The one who had insulted his dogs.
And she was humming.
Sajin was fortunate to be a stoic man, and he kept his opinion of the woman to himself as he stepped into the room and over to the coffee pot. Hm. It seemed as if she had already started some, which meant she was there for the same thing he was.
"I don't recall your office residing on this floor." It wasn't cold, or at least it wasn't meant to be. It was truth, plain and simple.
---
There was a small gasp and suck of air under the rustle of pages as she looked up and over her shoulder at the tall man. Him again. She wanted to frown but her face would not move far from the line her lips had set in to. Yet her gaze returned to the magazine as she replied to him in her crisp, set tone. Soi was not going to be shaken and assumed he had not heard her singing. How embarrassing if he had, though! Inwardly, she hoped he had not.
"My floor is out of coffee," she stated simply. Her fingers turned under the edge of the next page, nail picking at the page to separate it from the following. There were few things in the magazine she actually wanted to buy or even pretend to like. Aside from those drapes several pages ago, there was nothing. All of the pillows, slips, bed sets, and all room decor was ugly. Shaolin felt fortunate enough to like how her small apartment was styled.
Glancing up to the window across from herself, she blinked once and then finally turned that silky page.
"On break?"
---
Small talk. Well, if that was what she wanted to do, Sajin had no problem with that. He probably just wasn't going to participate. Pulling a cup from the cupboard, Sajin waited for the coffee to finish. Fortunately, it was close to being done. But she had asked him a question, and he supposed he should answer.
"Just taking a quick break from some paperwork. Yes. And yourself?" Polite, of course, but he wasn't really interested in much of what she had to say. They didn't know one another that well, and he was willing to let the whole experience of their last encounter pass. Provided she didn't bring it up again, insulting both his dogs and himself. He waited until the coffee was finished and poured himself a cup. Black. No embellishments. No nothing. Turning, he gestured to the glass pot.
"How do you take your coffee?"
---
Small talk? The woman was hardly the type to participate in such trivial activity, she only asked because there was some human desire to cover for the fact that she had been singing (albeit quietly) in public. Miss Fon had never, ever, done such a thing before. It was so unnecessary that she didn't think it should even be allowed. Yet there she had been, humming away. How childish. Some said Soi came down too hard on herself, no matter the theme, and a lot of people often told her so. She didn't listen--she never listened to what other people had to say. They were unimportant.
"The same," said the small woman quickly as she closed the magazine and tossed it aside to let it lay on the table, no longer used, no longer needed, and got to her feet. She hardly changed levels when she stood. Shaolin then came up beside Sajin with her personal mug and held it out for him to fill. "Half," her lips moved and her voice worked, but there seemed to be no word coming out because it was so quick. "I take it with milk." A lot of milk.
---
Sajin barely acknowledged her getting up, except to turn when she held out the cup. He poured carefully, then replaced the pot. He hadn't asked for any other reason than he had been offering to make her coffee, but people were picky about their coffee, if of nothing else. He was glad she had come over to take care of the rest herself. And that she had her own cup. That meant he wouldn't have to to worry about never seeing one of the cups again. Gesturing to the refrigerator, Sajin took a drink of his coffee. "There's some milk in there."
Sweeping his eyes over the woman's figure again, Sajin reaffirmed his previous notions of her. She was cold, self-assured, and still very pretty. At least she was in a better mood. So was he, for that matter, despite the work he had to do. Though she had insulted his canine partners, he could almost forgive it as the effect of a bad day, if that was what it had been. Still, he chose to say nothing further, looking away respectfully after a short moment of watching her.
---
If he chose to pass it off as a bad day, Shaolin had a bad day more or less every day. Today was mildly better. Taking her mug in hands, she moved in swift, sure steps to the ice box and pulled open the door. Easily her eyes scanned for the milk until she found it on the bottom shelf toward the back. It seemed like morons worked on every floor of this place. How unfortunate. How horrible. How. . .
Pathetic.
Putting her mug on the counter beside the the fridge, Soi bent down to move the various drinks and lunch boxes around so she could get at the milk. "Can our staff not put the milk on the shelf where it belongs?" she asked, more to herself than to Sajin. Muttering something coldly, she stood back up with one hand smoothing out the back of her skirt and front of her blouse while the other held onto the milk. "Morons."
---
If it bothered her so much about where other people put the milk, Sajin had a feeling Miss Fon was going to be disappointed by a lot of things in life. The little things didn't bother him, and he didn't let them bother him. If he did, he was liable to get caught up in them and lose sight of the big picture, and that simply wasn't a way Sajin wanted to live his life. So he didn't.
While she smoothed her skirt, Sajin peered over the rim of his cup, taking a long, slow drink. He didn't respond for a long moment, but closed his eyes as he enjoyed the coffee. It was refreshing, in its own way. Enough to get him through the rest of the day while focusing on his work. "I can't be sure any of them determined a specific shelf on which to keep the milk." He told her solemnly, taking another drink. Shorter this time. "But I would make sure to see that it's not sour." Like her attitude, but he wasn't going to acknowledge the flash of a thought. He didn't want to, especially because it wasn't like him to think such things. Usually, he didn't let anything bother him, but Miss Fon seemed to have a special way of getting into his skin and getting a rise out of him.
Hmph.
---
Sour milk was truly disgusting. Putting the carton on the counter, she checked the sell by date on the side and then opened it. It smelled fine, thank goodness, and she poured enough into the mug to equivilate toward one-third. It mixed instantly with her coffee, but she stuck a spoon in it anyway. Swirling it around with a sigh to herself, she pushed open the fridge door with her free hand and put the milk away on the shelf.
The men and women upstairs knew to put it on the shelf where it was easily obtainable. Everyone drank coffee, therefore the half-and-half or whole milk should have been on the shelf where it was easy to reach. Soi knew that, everyone else knew that. Maybe the men on this floor were only as smart as the four-legged creatures they ran around with. This comment, like Sajin's about her sour attitude and the milk, was kept to herself as his was kept to himself.
Returning the mug to her hands, Shaolin took a drink and swallowed happily. Best drink she'd had in days. "You pour good coffee," she said. In a round-about sort of way, she was complimenting herself. She had, after all, made the coffee. But he had done the hard part by pouring it, really.
---
What a strange thing to say. Sajin watched her over his cup, drinking slowly again as he watched her enjoy the coffee. It was the only thing he'd seen her look actually pleased about, so he supposed he could afford her the strange remark about her own coffee. Still. "It's only coffee." He told her and took another drink. It wasn't bad coffee. She'd done a good job with it. It was certainly better than what a lot of people in the precinct made.
Lifting his cup to indicate what he was talking about, he nodded to her. "Though, it is rather nice, thank you." And it was the truth.
---
Putting the mug down, the petite woman turned and glanced at herself in a mirror over a sink nearby. Slender fingers brushed a wisp of long hair from her face that had fallen out of the bun at the back of her neck. Her hair was long, many people remarked that it was a "Chinese thing." Really, Shaolin just liked it that way. It reminded her of her mother's hair, but she had been considering getting it cut. Maybe just longer than her shoulders? The curly and wavy style was coming in, but she just couldn't so it without hours of work in front of the mirror.
Soi Fon did not have the time for such trivial attempts at styling.
With that fly-away hair tucked back and her powder blue blouse neatly tucked away, Shaolin always wanted to look professional at work, she picked up her mug again. It seemed as though, for the moment, she had been more concerned about her appearance. The young woman wore boring colors, but if one looked closely they'd notice she was at least within the relative zone of "new" fashion. No one wanted to look like their mother in the workplace.
Taking toward the door, she gave a satisfied smirk, as if Sajin humbling himself made up for his mutts and that bitch who wasted her time. "You're welcome," said the FBI agent as she flicked her eyes up and down the tall, older man. It was not an attracted sort of look, but the cold kind that clearly said "I am better than you."
"I hope training with that bitch goes better today, I have a case coming up that might call for your pets."
---
Soi Fon's attempts at civility seemed to fly straight out the window as she was leaving. Was it impossible for the woman to have a conversation without sliding in some sort of snide comment? Apparently not. Sajin straightened to his full height, gripped the coffee cup in an attempt to restrain himself, and glowered down at her. Still, he refused to stoop to her level of condescending attitudes and cold insults.
Instead, Sajin followed toward the hallway, clearly intending to return to work. He certainly wasn't staying there. "They aren't pets," He told her calmly, taking another drink of his coffee. "But if you require their help with an investigation, please ensure you complete all the necessary paperwork beforehand. I won't be able to help you at all without proper documentation."
If she thought she could get away without doing the paperwork he made the rest of the police force do, she had another thing coming. He wanted to ask what sort of case the woman would have for him before he agreed to do anything of the sort, but she probably wouldn't tell him. And, if she needed it, he couldn't exactly refuse on the premise that she was more of a bitch than any of his female dogs.
Looking over his cup at her again, he frowned. "And I'm sure you couldn't tell me what sort of case it is my dogs and I would be working, could you?" Probably not. It was the FBI. Damn, interfering, arrogant fools.
---
While she may have been a bitch, at least she did her job well. Who cared what your personality was like so long as you could work? It wasn't a hindering disorder--not to herself anyway. Shaolin had little care for how the people in the building looked at her. In fact, she knew much of what they said. You didn't work intelligence and not get wind of the nasty comments. She didn't care. It wasn't a big deal. They could complain all the wanted, the fact remained that she would not change for them. This was who she was, who she had become, and it worked. Her employees feared her, which meant they did their job or lost it. Enemies that knew of her didn't want to get in her sights, the cross-hairs of death.
So was perfectly well off as she was.
Taking a sip of her coffee, Shaolin looked back at Sajin as she paused down the hallway which lead toward the elevator shaft. He was concerned about her not doing the paperwork? Who did he think she was? The woman was a stickler for rules and honoring all rules and code. As annoying as paperwork was, few cases in her book allowed for the absence of the important documents. Tilting her head just a tick to the side and giving a light, knowing smirk, the FBI agent raised a brow before it fell again and she spoke.
"You'll have it on your desk in a few days," she said simply through the hard tone of her voice.
"Considering the fact that we only have those beasts around for a handful of reasons. . ." Shaolin trailed off as she looked away toward the elevator. A slender finger reached out and pushed the button once she took a few steps to get close enough. There was a ding as it began to come down from the floors up where it had been needing. Her eyes turned back to Sajin, staring him in the face down the hall. For a moment she seemed to consider telling the dog lover what it was the canines would be needed for. Then there was another ding as the elevator shaft open and she stepped in.
"I'm sure you can figure it out." Dogs were only used on so many cases, after all. This was just a normal drug bust.
As the polished doors slid closed, beginning to reflect and distort the images on the outside of the shaft, Shaolin took a sip of her coffee and pushed the button to bring her to her floor. When there was a click as the elevator doors closed, she was gone from sight as the mechanics began to take her back up to the FBI wing. At least her coffee was good.
Characters: Sajin Komamura (soleil_de_lune), Soi Fon (tsuyosaoboetai)
Timeline: 30 March, 1950
Rating: PG13 (for language)
Summary: Soi Fon's floor is out of coffee, so she travels to another to fill her mug.
Finally, a decent day had come at last! Miss Shaolin, or Soi as she had changed her name to some years ago, Fon was able to sit back and relax. If only for a minute. The towers of paperwork to be muddled through were finished, which had been the goal of her day, and she could safely sit back for a moment to stare at the ceiling. There was a stain above her desk that she had not noticed until well after being hired and put on this staffing system. The stain looked like something new every time she looked at it. Today the mark upon that old, white roofing with the air punctures in it looked like a roaring lion. For a few seconds she pondered it before gliding up to her feet and out of her chair. Dressed in a powder blue blouse that had long sleeves, buttoned at the cuffs, the hem tucked into a dark, navy blue skirt that fell to her knees with navy hose and simple white shoes on her feet. She had on a simple silver chain around her neck and a yellow bracelet on her wrist.
Shoes tapping upon the floor as she walked to the coffee room to pour herself a cup. Soi was not a coffee person, enjoying tea, but it was rather hard to come by sometimes. Coffee was just more accessible at work, anyway. But on her floor the bin was empty. Frowning, the woman moved down two floors to make herself a cup of coffee there. Putting the old, glass pot on, she sat down and picked up the nearest magazine and began to flip through it without much care. It was something to pass the time. Glancing back over her shoulder at the pot which had hardly begun to heat up, the woman then looked around the office. There hadn't really been anyone outside in the hall when she walked in, and no one was in here now. Turning back to her magazine, some interior design thing that had a lovely pair of drapes hanging on a window, she flipped the page.
Then, slowly, Shaolin began to hum.
---
When the members of the force would get it through their heads that filing the necessary paperwork after an investigation was as important as doing it beforehand, Sajin was not entirely sure. Still, he was making progress through the heap of reports stacked on his desk at a comfortable pace, even if it was not at a particularly rapid one. Finally, after toiling through the damn reports, Sajin signed one with a firm, controlled signature and set it on the stack he would deliver for filing. Well, not him, but the young assistant outside his office certainly would.
He was taking a break.
Breathing a short sigh of relief, Sajin stepped out of his office, handed the papers to the young woman with a curt nod, and started toward the lounge set aside for breaks. Coffee would do him well, if at least to force him to be alert for the remainder of the day. Sorting out late reports was something he was used to, but it didn't make it any more acceptable that it was taking up time that he would rather have used productively.
When he pushed open the door to the coffee room, he was surprised to see another figure already seated at the table. It was late enough in the day that most people were finished with lunch and no longer lingered for coffee, nor for extended breaks. It was only a second later that he recognized the figure as the woman from only a couple weeks before. The one who had insulted his dogs.
And she was humming.
Sajin was fortunate to be a stoic man, and he kept his opinion of the woman to himself as he stepped into the room and over to the coffee pot. Hm. It seemed as if she had already started some, which meant she was there for the same thing he was.
"I don't recall your office residing on this floor." It wasn't cold, or at least it wasn't meant to be. It was truth, plain and simple.
---
There was a small gasp and suck of air under the rustle of pages as she looked up and over her shoulder at the tall man. Him again. She wanted to frown but her face would not move far from the line her lips had set in to. Yet her gaze returned to the magazine as she replied to him in her crisp, set tone. Soi was not going to be shaken and assumed he had not heard her singing. How embarrassing if he had, though! Inwardly, she hoped he had not.
"My floor is out of coffee," she stated simply. Her fingers turned under the edge of the next page, nail picking at the page to separate it from the following. There were few things in the magazine she actually wanted to buy or even pretend to like. Aside from those drapes several pages ago, there was nothing. All of the pillows, slips, bed sets, and all room decor was ugly. Shaolin felt fortunate enough to like how her small apartment was styled.
Glancing up to the window across from herself, she blinked once and then finally turned that silky page.
"On break?"
---
Small talk. Well, if that was what she wanted to do, Sajin had no problem with that. He probably just wasn't going to participate. Pulling a cup from the cupboard, Sajin waited for the coffee to finish. Fortunately, it was close to being done. But she had asked him a question, and he supposed he should answer.
"Just taking a quick break from some paperwork. Yes. And yourself?" Polite, of course, but he wasn't really interested in much of what she had to say. They didn't know one another that well, and he was willing to let the whole experience of their last encounter pass. Provided she didn't bring it up again, insulting both his dogs and himself. He waited until the coffee was finished and poured himself a cup. Black. No embellishments. No nothing. Turning, he gestured to the glass pot.
"How do you take your coffee?"
---
Small talk? The woman was hardly the type to participate in such trivial activity, she only asked because there was some human desire to cover for the fact that she had been singing (albeit quietly) in public. Miss Fon had never, ever, done such a thing before. It was so unnecessary that she didn't think it should even be allowed. Yet there she had been, humming away. How childish. Some said Soi came down too hard on herself, no matter the theme, and a lot of people often told her so. She didn't listen--she never listened to what other people had to say. They were unimportant.
"The same," said the small woman quickly as she closed the magazine and tossed it aside to let it lay on the table, no longer used, no longer needed, and got to her feet. She hardly changed levels when she stood. Shaolin then came up beside Sajin with her personal mug and held it out for him to fill. "Half," her lips moved and her voice worked, but there seemed to be no word coming out because it was so quick. "I take it with milk." A lot of milk.
---
Sajin barely acknowledged her getting up, except to turn when she held out the cup. He poured carefully, then replaced the pot. He hadn't asked for any other reason than he had been offering to make her coffee, but people were picky about their coffee, if of nothing else. He was glad she had come over to take care of the rest herself. And that she had her own cup. That meant he wouldn't have to to worry about never seeing one of the cups again. Gesturing to the refrigerator, Sajin took a drink of his coffee. "There's some milk in there."
Sweeping his eyes over the woman's figure again, Sajin reaffirmed his previous notions of her. She was cold, self-assured, and still very pretty. At least she was in a better mood. So was he, for that matter, despite the work he had to do. Though she had insulted his canine partners, he could almost forgive it as the effect of a bad day, if that was what it had been. Still, he chose to say nothing further, looking away respectfully after a short moment of watching her.
---
If he chose to pass it off as a bad day, Shaolin had a bad day more or less every day. Today was mildly better. Taking her mug in hands, she moved in swift, sure steps to the ice box and pulled open the door. Easily her eyes scanned for the milk until she found it on the bottom shelf toward the back. It seemed like morons worked on every floor of this place. How unfortunate. How horrible. How. . .
Pathetic.
Putting her mug on the counter beside the the fridge, Soi bent down to move the various drinks and lunch boxes around so she could get at the milk. "Can our staff not put the milk on the shelf where it belongs?" she asked, more to herself than to Sajin. Muttering something coldly, she stood back up with one hand smoothing out the back of her skirt and front of her blouse while the other held onto the milk. "Morons."
---
If it bothered her so much about where other people put the milk, Sajin had a feeling Miss Fon was going to be disappointed by a lot of things in life. The little things didn't bother him, and he didn't let them bother him. If he did, he was liable to get caught up in them and lose sight of the big picture, and that simply wasn't a way Sajin wanted to live his life. So he didn't.
While she smoothed her skirt, Sajin peered over the rim of his cup, taking a long, slow drink. He didn't respond for a long moment, but closed his eyes as he enjoyed the coffee. It was refreshing, in its own way. Enough to get him through the rest of the day while focusing on his work. "I can't be sure any of them determined a specific shelf on which to keep the milk." He told her solemnly, taking another drink. Shorter this time. "But I would make sure to see that it's not sour." Like her attitude, but he wasn't going to acknowledge the flash of a thought. He didn't want to, especially because it wasn't like him to think such things. Usually, he didn't let anything bother him, but Miss Fon seemed to have a special way of getting into his skin and getting a rise out of him.
Hmph.
---
Sour milk was truly disgusting. Putting the carton on the counter, she checked the sell by date on the side and then opened it. It smelled fine, thank goodness, and she poured enough into the mug to equivilate toward one-third. It mixed instantly with her coffee, but she stuck a spoon in it anyway. Swirling it around with a sigh to herself, she pushed open the fridge door with her free hand and put the milk away on the shelf.
The men and women upstairs knew to put it on the shelf where it was easily obtainable. Everyone drank coffee, therefore the half-and-half or whole milk should have been on the shelf where it was easy to reach. Soi knew that, everyone else knew that. Maybe the men on this floor were only as smart as the four-legged creatures they ran around with. This comment, like Sajin's about her sour attitude and the milk, was kept to herself as his was kept to himself.
Returning the mug to her hands, Shaolin took a drink and swallowed happily. Best drink she'd had in days. "You pour good coffee," she said. In a round-about sort of way, she was complimenting herself. She had, after all, made the coffee. But he had done the hard part by pouring it, really.
---
What a strange thing to say. Sajin watched her over his cup, drinking slowly again as he watched her enjoy the coffee. It was the only thing he'd seen her look actually pleased about, so he supposed he could afford her the strange remark about her own coffee. Still. "It's only coffee." He told her and took another drink. It wasn't bad coffee. She'd done a good job with it. It was certainly better than what a lot of people in the precinct made.
Lifting his cup to indicate what he was talking about, he nodded to her. "Though, it is rather nice, thank you." And it was the truth.
---
Putting the mug down, the petite woman turned and glanced at herself in a mirror over a sink nearby. Slender fingers brushed a wisp of long hair from her face that had fallen out of the bun at the back of her neck. Her hair was long, many people remarked that it was a "Chinese thing." Really, Shaolin just liked it that way. It reminded her of her mother's hair, but she had been considering getting it cut. Maybe just longer than her shoulders? The curly and wavy style was coming in, but she just couldn't so it without hours of work in front of the mirror.
Soi Fon did not have the time for such trivial attempts at styling.
With that fly-away hair tucked back and her powder blue blouse neatly tucked away, Shaolin always wanted to look professional at work, she picked up her mug again. It seemed as though, for the moment, she had been more concerned about her appearance. The young woman wore boring colors, but if one looked closely they'd notice she was at least within the relative zone of "new" fashion. No one wanted to look like their mother in the workplace.
Taking toward the door, she gave a satisfied smirk, as if Sajin humbling himself made up for his mutts and that bitch who wasted her time. "You're welcome," said the FBI agent as she flicked her eyes up and down the tall, older man. It was not an attracted sort of look, but the cold kind that clearly said "I am better than you."
"I hope training with that bitch goes better today, I have a case coming up that might call for your pets."
---
Soi Fon's attempts at civility seemed to fly straight out the window as she was leaving. Was it impossible for the woman to have a conversation without sliding in some sort of snide comment? Apparently not. Sajin straightened to his full height, gripped the coffee cup in an attempt to restrain himself, and glowered down at her. Still, he refused to stoop to her level of condescending attitudes and cold insults.
Instead, Sajin followed toward the hallway, clearly intending to return to work. He certainly wasn't staying there. "They aren't pets," He told her calmly, taking another drink of his coffee. "But if you require their help with an investigation, please ensure you complete all the necessary paperwork beforehand. I won't be able to help you at all without proper documentation."
If she thought she could get away without doing the paperwork he made the rest of the police force do, she had another thing coming. He wanted to ask what sort of case the woman would have for him before he agreed to do anything of the sort, but she probably wouldn't tell him. And, if she needed it, he couldn't exactly refuse on the premise that she was more of a bitch than any of his female dogs.
Looking over his cup at her again, he frowned. "And I'm sure you couldn't tell me what sort of case it is my dogs and I would be working, could you?" Probably not. It was the FBI. Damn, interfering, arrogant fools.
---
While she may have been a bitch, at least she did her job well. Who cared what your personality was like so long as you could work? It wasn't a hindering disorder--not to herself anyway. Shaolin had little care for how the people in the building looked at her. In fact, she knew much of what they said. You didn't work intelligence and not get wind of the nasty comments. She didn't care. It wasn't a big deal. They could complain all the wanted, the fact remained that she would not change for them. This was who she was, who she had become, and it worked. Her employees feared her, which meant they did their job or lost it. Enemies that knew of her didn't want to get in her sights, the cross-hairs of death.
So was perfectly well off as she was.
Taking a sip of her coffee, Shaolin looked back at Sajin as she paused down the hallway which lead toward the elevator shaft. He was concerned about her not doing the paperwork? Who did he think she was? The woman was a stickler for rules and honoring all rules and code. As annoying as paperwork was, few cases in her book allowed for the absence of the important documents. Tilting her head just a tick to the side and giving a light, knowing smirk, the FBI agent raised a brow before it fell again and she spoke.
"You'll have it on your desk in a few days," she said simply through the hard tone of her voice.
"Considering the fact that we only have those beasts around for a handful of reasons. . ." Shaolin trailed off as she looked away toward the elevator. A slender finger reached out and pushed the button once she took a few steps to get close enough. There was a ding as it began to come down from the floors up where it had been needing. Her eyes turned back to Sajin, staring him in the face down the hall. For a moment she seemed to consider telling the dog lover what it was the canines would be needed for. Then there was another ding as the elevator shaft open and she stepped in.
"I'm sure you can figure it out." Dogs were only used on so many cases, after all. This was just a normal drug bust.
As the polished doors slid closed, beginning to reflect and distort the images on the outside of the shaft, Shaolin took a sip of her coffee and pushed the button to bring her to her floor. When there was a click as the elevator doors closed, she was gone from sight as the mechanics began to take her back up to the FBI wing. At least her coffee was good.