Like a cat, she often slinked (uninvited, mostly) into areas that was not her own, claiming territory and space for her own purposes all while holding a regard of regality about it. She even had the gall to be indignant when questioned, as if she held right to be there.
On this occassion, Winston’s office was a space she was becoming more familiar with as she inspected every inch, peeked through every cupboard and importantly, relaxed in hard to reach places. Truthfully, Ana was after the solitude and quiet; a space that none but one would know where to look.
Said one had just entered, attention jerked out of her documents, and with one leg hanging over the metal. The sniper peeked, adjusted to instead drape her arms over the safety banister and rest her chin atop them, single eye watching the gorilla’s movements as he either had no idea she was there, or had became so used to her popping up in strange places that he’d.. stopped questioning it.
“Winston, my boy!” she called, beaming with just a twinkle of mischief. “Just the mind I was hoping to catch. I have some food for thought, if you are not yet stuffed.”
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