Cindy was not preparing for tomorrow's lesson plan during her office hours today. Instead, she was finalizing her travel plans for her trip to Paris, making sure that her cover story for there was error-free and planning to come up with a story to tell everyone here, since 'Going to capture a probable spy for my people' wouldn't really work when ( Read more... )

Cindy was looking up airfare and hotel prices in Paris, trying to figure out which one of her identities to use to book everything with. Hmmm...Marie D'Arnout actually had frequent flier miles racked up. Maybe she could afford the bump to first class? Because riding coach to Europe always gave Cindy a headache.

Very inspiring thoughts, yes.

Cindy was Not Best Pleased today.

When she'd volunteered to take care of dinner tonight, she'd been envisioning stopping at one of the local restaurants, picking up a nice meal for two, and bringing it over to Henry's. Except everywhere she'd called today had some insane reason why that wouldn't be possible, from we're out of noodles at Il Pollo ( Read more... )

Cindy was doing yoga in her office today, her desk pushed against the far wall to give her the most space. It was too hot for her regular workout, so yoga would have to suffice until it either cooled off or Cindy decided she wasn't allowed to be such a whiner about the heat and went back to her normal routine.

The scorpion pose didn't help with ( Read more... )

There had been enough money in Cindy's account after all of her expenses to justify indulging a little. And even if that hadn't been enough justification, knowing she was going to have to play the vapid, giggling socialite in Paris in a few weeks certainly was ( Read more... )

It was Wednesday, Cindy was in her office, though her mind was a thousand miles away from her class.

"...Seriously, Bigby? You suspect Crane?" The phone was cradled between her ear and her shoulder and she was going through the files Bigby had sent. The video surveillance footage would have to wait until she was home and more secure, but she could ( Read more... )

The first thing Cindy did upon returning to her office was check to make sure all of her weapons were still properly hidden and accounted for. Only once she'd assured herself that no one had found them (or, at least, touched them), did she settle in and start working on an outline for the class. And since this class had begun with an argument ( Read more... )

It was the day before her class's final projects and presentations were due. Honestly, they should all have their work mostly finished by now, but Cindy was in her office anyway, just in case someone needed a bit of last minute help.

Cindy was very grateful that the fog had finally cleared up. Whatever it had been had played hell on her body; not only had breathing a little bit in made her hallucinate for hours even after she'd been inside, but it felt like it had seared her lungs, too. She'd had difficulty breathing for several days out of the week it was around--and no real ( Read more... )

It felt nice to be able to open the window to her office today, for the first time since she moved in. She'd wheeled her chair as close to the window as she could get, and was currently reading the latest issue of Garden and Gun. There was a shoe catalogue waiting for her attention when she was done with her magazine.

Some days, life was really