The nails would have been the first thing Donathan noticed. They were a smooth charcoal color without a single crack and striking against the pale skin spread out across his desk, and visible under the file he was holding. Her eyes might have been the next thing. They were sharp and glacial in their features that looked at though they had already measured his worth and found him lacking. Following that, the rest of her came into focus. Despite not being especially tall she was commanding presence, though a part of that might be the attire, it was all black with a tight but austere cut to it that radiated a level of austerity not otherwise managed, though it might also have been in part to the man who towered behind her.
Now having his attention she waved the man away without looking at him. He went and reclined in one of the seats but never appeared to settle. She didn’t look at him. She didn’t have to.
Her eyes remained on Donathan with steely focus as she smiled. It might have been charming if it didn’t carry a certain air of threat. “I’m here to see Mr. Samson. Will you tell him I’m here?”
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