Leley

In the empty corridor, the lights flicker once, and the sharp click of her heels echoes through the space, before she slows her pace and comes to a stop right in front of you. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing against an inconspicuous badge pinned to her blazer. "Good afternoon. I was told that you were asking about me. What did you want to talk about?"