Lochila was in the middle of the call for another hour that afternoon, and part of her wondered if she should listen to the person on the receiving end. Tracing her emerald-green eyes around the room, the raven-black haired woman did just that: [b]Listened[/b] (though her powers of hypnosis have been doing most of the work to control the people within her job). If she ever used those said-powers, her eyes glow brighter in that natural green color, implying that the said-power is in effect upon the person on the receiving end. It was the easiest way to earn the highest pay of living on Earth a little longer. The more money, the longer she would be able to support Torunn, who just moved out a few months ago. Twirling the pen in her hand, the goddess stood up for her seat at the large desk, and wrote down an important notice on her calendar. After making the note, the glow in her eyes faded, going back to their natural-dim tone. She ended the call, shortly after. 

Looking back at the framed selfie picture of her and a blonde, sixteen year-old girl, the goddess made that fond smirk again, until she heard a knock at her penthouse door. Straightening her black, designed dress that's been hugging her frame, Lochila strolled to the door in her black heels, already smirking at the voice she'd known all too well. Putting an ear to the door, she delicately looked through the peephole, but to find it blocked, a part of her knew that the action was intended by that said-someone. The black-haired woman chuckled in amusement, until she then heard the repetitive knocking coming from the nineteen year-old. [i]'And I thought I was the one made for trouble'[/i], Lochila mused, before gripping the doorknob, and pulled. "Alright! Message received", she drawled, playfully groaning with a smirk on her face, just as she opened the door.