Opal carried a mug of tea as she entered the bright conference room, wearing a grey knit tunic top over purple leggings. A matching purple band with a bow slightly off center held her hair back from her face, her afro loose and natural behind it. "Hi, Jorge," she greeted her boss warmly as she found a chair, sliding her bag from her shoulder and retrieving a parchment and quill in case she wanted to take notes.

Whatever this meeting was about, she hoped it wouldn't take long; she had a new art exhibition to visit and review, and she had promised her girlfriend cocktails at Noir afterwards as an end of week treat.