exspiravit
More times than not, Ceit preferred to run her own errands. Not even just missions, drops offs, and pick ups, she also preferred to just do her own daily things. Sure, she had more than enough power over forty-something men that if she truly wanted she could spend her whole life in side her house and very rarely have to do anything. That's not how she was raised though, and in her own eyes each and every single one of those men were incompetent. They didn't get the job done the right way, sometimes they left clues, and sometimes they flat out just didn't do their jobs. So, the only way to solve this was to be there and do it all herself.
Which really, it was fine with her. If you want the job done right, you do it yourself. And today's job, while a little different, was a job none the less.
Inhaling softly and looking at her phone, she shifted rather uncomfortably in the lobby of the repair shop. She twisted and turned the keys to the Maserati that'd been placed in her hands the night before. She may or may not have received the keys from one of the clients that had a minor feeling of affection for her, and was willing to let her have a spin with the car for a few days. What she was not expecting out of this though was the scratches she'd gotten on the car, the dents, or the fact that it also needed a stupid oil change.
So here Ceit was, leaned over the desk at the shop she'd found last minute. More or less spinning the keys around her finger while she patiently waited for someone to come help her.