Wisps of steam rose from a white porcelain cup. The liquid filling it was a clear golden brown, and the sweet aroma wafting from it tingled the nose. Jordan Evans stared at the cup for a good five seconds before looking up. Seeing the fuzzy visage of his secretary, he finally realized how bad his current state was.
"Thank you, Isabelle." He said while massaging his eyes at the same time. "You may leave now."
"Sir, why don't you take a short break?"
The young woman was tall for her gender, with a slender, athletic body and pale blond hair tied into a neat bun above her head. She was dressed in the colors of the NVPD and chose a miniskirt that accentuated her long legs. As gorgeous as she was, her impassive expression and cold blue eyes lacked the slightest bit of warmth, contrasting with the words she just spoke.
"Don't worry, I will be done soon." Said the Commissioner. "You can go ahead and leave for the day."
