Yaren hates paperwork. So boring. She can get through it just fine, because needs must, and it turns out when you’re an Omega you need a will and all that, but god what a yawn. Still, at least she’s at the same place where Cissy works. Stretching her legs and saying goodbye to the lawyer with a cheery wave, she stops off at the woman’s desk on her way out. “So, do they let the lowly underlings have lunch breaks? New York’s a pretty intimidating city, I’d love to get some tips from someone that knows it a bit. Someone, you know, normal? Or at least not some bajillionaire lawyer.” She grins, looking sheepishly around them. Since receiving her mission, Ren decided the best route for her public persona would be a small town girl, still a little bit starstruck by the glitz and glamour of New York.
It’s not a hard facade to maintain: after years of laying low in the tree felling industry, there’s a bit of adjustment involved in this move. Fortunately, Ren’s well trained enough to let it roll off her back. @insatiablegreed












