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[lonegun]

Who: Rosalind and Elena
Status: Closed
When: 900am
Where: Outside Shin-Ra Company Headquarters and elsewhere inside
What: Rosalind arrives and goes by the book...

Rosalind slipped out of the car and made her way out of the public area of the parking garage and to the front of the Shin-Ra Company building. Thump, thump, thump - her leather boots sounded

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[rookienomore]

Inside the lobby, chaos reigned.

The staff had, predictably, not taken the President's promise of an extra thirty minutes of paid lunch as well as he thought they would. Elena was left to deal with the aftermath.

Generally, people were not fond of coming to work, finding they can't get into their offices, and then having to go back downstairs and stand in a queue to get their keycards redone. Now that they were into the second hour of this nonsense, the employees were even more restless than before...not to mention the people who ran the food court upstairs. They were losing money by the minute. And Elena's coffee was wearing off.

She swiped yet another card, typed in the appropriate clearance, and called for the next in line.

She was not being paid enough for this.

[rookienomore]

Elena nodded. This was making her uncomfortable, too.

"Sure. Anyway, Rod's still not picking up. I'm getting kind of worried."

[lonegun]

Clearing her throat, Rosalind clicked a few keys on the computer station she had been re-programing cards. It would be careless to leave the program open with her authorization.

"I'll go out and find him then."

[rookienomore]

Elena gave her sister a crooked smile. Things still felt really awkward between the two of them, and they probably would for a while.

"He's probably just sleeping off a hangover or pretending he got laid last night. He did say that he was going out on a date."

[lonegun]

She kept her thoughts to herself as she looked over at her sister and then double-checked to see if she had everything she would need to hit the streets.

"And yet he's late and not picking up. He could have let us know," Rosalind half-grumbled as she stepped out from behind the work station.

[rookienomore]

Raising an eyebrow, Elena studied Rosalind.

"You've worked with the guy longer than me. Does he really strike you as the 'responsible' type?"

Elena had been like that once. She still was, in many ways. Maybe that's why Rod irked her so much. He was living proof that she hadn't changed as much as she had wanted to.