Hannah was clad in office lady wear, with a comfortable white blouse and a skirt hugging her waist, reaching the knees.
Her heels clacked against the metallic ground of the base in the middle of New City, her expression pensive as she went through documents on her personal terminal.
Despite the beauty and charm she had, no one she met on the way dared to get any idea, much less look at her in an inappropriate way.
Not long later, she arrived in her office, a wide one worthy of the manager of the whole city, and tucked her short hair behind her ear as she sat down.
While wondering about what her nephew was doing, she moved the documents she had been going through to the computer to get better work conditions, but the deskphone rang just then.
*Ring* *Ring*
"Yes?"
"Madam, there is an incoming priority communication for you."
Hannah turned contemplative as she asked curtly:
"Origin?"
"Frontline, madam."
