"Think it's better this way kid?" Morgana shuffled papers on her desk.
"We think so. I mean, you can handle these kinds of things better, unless I'm wrong," Fumeko raised a brow.
Barely giving a tilt of her brow, the detective in blue stood up, "I'm sure it'll take time, nothing's gonna be solved in a day." She had an envelope in her hand that she handed to the secretary bird by her side.
Kira took the envelope in her beak and walked towards the large open window behind Morgana's desk. She hopped up on the sill and flew off with a flap of her pearly white wings.
"I am worried about this place. If the cult decides to attack the company…" Fumeko looked around Morgana's office. Files, books and documents clogged the shelves, while a coat holder hosted a number of jackets and extra shirts.
