Amora’s ‘work’, as it was, consisted mainly of menial tasks that she completed in a matter of hours, leaving the rest of her day to do whatever it is she wanted, which often fell into the category of self-glorification. At the current time, she was on the phone with some media outlet or another, hoping to set up an interview with the Mayor. Of course, Amora would much prefer to see her own face on television than somebody else’s, but this was part of the job.
“He’s very busy at the moment-” She explained, stepping out of her car and sliding sunglasses over her eyes. “I’ll have to let you know.” She finished, before unceremoniously ending the conversation with the push of a button. She started down the footpath, colliding head on with someone as soon as she looked up from the screen. “God-” She muttered, “You would do well to watch where you’re going.”
