For the most part, Amalie was known for her composure. She was always cool, calm and collected. It often took a lot to enrage her. So as the fearful eyes of Joffrey looked up at her hardened expression and the vein that appeared to be protruding from her forehead. He knew, that despite all his efforts, he had quite clearly
screwed up. As he glanced from his mentor down at the topaz Faberge egg that he had dropped and ergo scratched, he babbled nonsensically as he attempted to explain himself. He had been instructed to meet the commander in her office for his monthly performance review. Truth be told, he wasn't doing well, he hadn't finished a single mission successfully, having let three perps go, and failing to even track down two others. One target he found turned out to be the wrong person, and Amalie had to deal with the ramifications of his attempt to take out an innocent old lady.
He had been late as she waited for him, so she decided to head out to pick up a cappuccino from the Mess Hall, stopping at the reception to ask if she had seen him. She had returned upon the new that he had been spotted rushing to her office. And during those few minutes that he had needed to wait for Commanders return, the foolishly curious boy had taken it upon himself to admire her collection of Faberge eggs. She didn't have many, they were expensive after all. Amalie preferred the eggs of a more delicate and simplistic design. With small touches here and there, the way the detailing portrayed their beautiful extravagance. It was a decadent hobby, but something that brought the woman a quiet pleasure. So when she stepped into her hobby, seeing her clumsy assistant clutching a 500,000 jewel egg, immediately she had remarked;
"What are you doing?" In a disbelieving tone, which caused the boy to panic and jump, essentially dropping the egg on her hardwood flooring. He scurried to pick it up, bumbling an excuse about waiting for her and admiring the beautiful eggs. Meanwhile, her furious gaze eyed the newly adhered scratch that spread across the surface of the egg, her eyes ablaze with a cold rage. She reached over, snatching the egg out of the idiot's hand, before returning it to the silver tripod it had originally sat. She would have to take it to an expert, see if they could buff out the scratch but for now, she had this fool to deal with.
"Take a seat Joffrey, we already twenty minutes behind schedule for your review." She remarked in a tone as cold as the blistering winds of Mount Hakobe. And so an hour later, she would wrap up the performance review.
"I take it from your expression you understand how detrimental it is that your performance significantly improves over the next month." She commented, with which she earned a weak nod in return, the man's eyes now hollow, as though resisting the urge to break into tears.
"Well that being said you may go, oh one more thing. The repairs for the egg will be deducted from your next several paychecks, and if you touch my belongings again Joffrey, then I will fire you on the spot. Do you understand?" The man sunk back in her chair, nodding with a little more vigor, his gaze low in an attempt to avoid her hard glare. There was a silent pause before Amalie cleared her throat. Realizing he was supposed to leave, he jumped out of the chair across from her and scurried out of the room. Once the door shut behind him, the woman relaxed into her seat, sighing loudly to herself. What a frustrating employee he was.
She proceeded to slide out of her chair, moving over to the display she had on the wall, picking up the egg. She admired the damage for a moment, there was a scratch across the surface, and some of the enamel was dented. Now that she had dealt with Joffrey, she had some free time. Perhaps she would go for a stroll into town to see if there was a jeweler or smith who could quote her for a fix. She gently slid the egg into the pocket of her jacket, before leaving her office.
-- Two hours later --
The woman made her way back towards the guild, egg no longer in her pocket, and 200,000 jewels poorer. It was extortionate, it cost over a third of the eggs price just to fix the damage her stupid assistant had done, and this was after she'd bartered the jeweler down from 350,000. Amalie wondered if Johann and Sivvy would mind if she took the afternoon off for a drink, she certainly needed one after that. As she made her way, her angry thoughts were pulled away from a strange rumbling. She refocused on her surroundings, looking ahead to the guild's entrance where a rather large, man was making his way, his hefty feet causing the ground to shake under him.
Curious, Amalie picked up the pace to move closer, her brow raised as she realized the true size of the man. Wondering if there was just something about the guild that brought in giants, there was that other fellow. Whatever his name was, she'd heard of him, about four meters tall, then they was that guildmember she'd initiated, the lizard woman who could grow to an immense size. This man, was broad, sturdy in nature, and at least two metres tall. She watched as he stopped his approach, bellowing loudly as a means of his introduction. A friend of Johann's? Well that was at the very least a positive start. As she stepped up next to him, the woman didn't stop walking, instead, she would glance over her shoulder as she passed.
"Well come on in then, and do try not to shake the floor too much, we don't need you knocking all the trophies off of the wall." She commented, before looking back to the front of the building, with the intention of leading him inside.
"I am Amalie West, one of the Commanders here, so you're a friend of Johanns you say." She added, although the latter was more of a confirmation than a question.
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