[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

All through the morning, customers arrived and left. As Roxy had mentioned the other day, they weren't exactly the chatty type, but at least they didn't give Jess as much trouble as she'd feared - except one biker who yelled at her to "hurry the fuck up" as she leafed through the notes. Gritting her teeth from the waves of tension he gave off as he stormed from the desk after paying, Jess tried to focus on sorting the rest of the papers.

So Roxy hadn't trained her. What should it matter? She'd just have to train herself. Didn't she want to reduce the burden she put on the anchor, instead of adding to it? Thankfully, her other duties turned out less difficult than talking to customers. The computer system, like Roc had said, was pretty straightforward, and the mound of paper didn't take long to organise into neat, separate stacks. Jess hoped she'd done so to Roxy's liking. It would be easier to keep everything tidy with folders, but this was a start.

She picked up one of the stacks - only to drop it in shock at a sudden spike of fear. The man who'd just entered the building was nothing like the other customers. It wasn't just how out of place he looked here, in his expensive suit. It was the way he terrified Roxy.

As the purple-haired woman gestured for him to talk in private and followed him, Jess felt the shield grow thinner, a mix of emotions from outside starting to leak in. Her thoughts as jumbled as the papers all over the floor, the empath moved away from the desk, closer to the stairs before it could get any worse. There, she stayed. This was as near as she'd get without intruding.

This had to be the man who'd spoken to Roxy yesterday, who'd caused her that exact same feeling - but what did he want?