There were few things the Sooyoung to actual pleasure in; a con gone right and earning money were high on the list, regardless of who got hurt in the process. But also on the list was having just the right bouquet in her office. The scent of roses, no matter their color, gave her the tranquility to properly maintain her books daily so that, if ever inspected, no one could say that she didn’t fulfill her role as proprietor properly. Her eyes fell upon the petals on her desk and she felt her eyebrows crease together, the closest thing to a frown she would allow on her face. She would need a new bouquet today, especially if these kept falling. Still, they looked decent enough and they’d look better in the girls’ hair tonight. The thought made her crease lessen. Roses always managed to increase the days tips for some reason, not that she’d ever complain about that. High tips meant her girls were more willing to sell liquor. Or, if the consumer was willing to pay enough, something more.
Her pencil scratched the paper of her ledgers as another petal fell from the corner of her eye. Never one to be consumed by her emotions, Sooyoung ignored the flower and focused on her work, despite her growing agitation. Perfection took time. It took work and a great amount of common sense to make it look effortless. Her ledger was a statement to her work, her time that she had put in with her club. Her guest book was another.
Finished, she slid her days work into the safe under her desk, tucking it neatly beside her guest book. Her steps out of the office were confident and long, giving the order for her workers addition to the uniform before she left the building completely. The Silver Zone wasn’t completely reprehensible. Some days it even looked decent but it was still an island of prisoners and fighters, struggling for freedom that most would never get. Her heels echoed off the buildings as she strode down the streets. Still, she felt at ease, confident in her abilities to at least escape from most bad situations, should they arise.
The garden, when she finally arrived to it, was occupied by the one person she had wanted to see. She slid through the gate quietly, feeling the personality of who she was supposed to be slide over her like a second skin, enveloping her until her original form was no longer visible. A soft , if nervous, smile appeared on her face as she asked, “I’m not here at an inconvenient time am I?”
