[center][h1][color=wheat]Cynthia[/color][/h1] Location: Law Firm | Interacting With: Randal[/center]

Cynthia eagerly welcomed Randal inside of her office. He was a kind man, with bright crow's feet around his eyes. He also had some noticeable lines of stress, ones that all lawyers obtained after enough time on the job. He was actually the owner of the firm, and although he had a lot on his case, he was always pleasant. Shortly after asking her how she was feeling, he took a seat at her desk. She didn't mind of course, a glance at her clock told her she had plenty of time to kill. The day was going by so slowly. She was thankful for this distraction.

Setting down her pen, she leaned back in her desk. Before, she had been rather stiff with Randal, suspecting he was setting her up for failure. It didn't take long for her to realize that his charisma was as natural as it was true, and after only a month at the firm she had gladly calmed down in his presence. [color=wheat]"To tell you the truth, Randal, things have been rather...complicated, as of late."[/color]

Concern flashed in his aged, grey eyes. He, like all the others at the firm, was informed about why she had taken so much time off. In fact, he had stopped by her home and offered her a gift basket that everyone had pitched in on. "How so, Cynthia?"

Cynthia sighed deeply through her nose, wishing she could spill her secrets. Unfortunately, she could only offer him the doctored tale. So she began her rant, telling him about her recent nightmares and stress. She drew out the conversation, not wanting him to leave. Despite him being her boss, she was lucky enough to know he was trustworthy and she could confide in him.