It had been a long weekend. A weekend full of work and a weekend full of fighting with Chris. Krel was every so happy she was able to escape Chris by coming into work. She liked Christ, but she loved her job.

With a sigh, Krel tossed her breifbag onto her chair and slowly started unbuttoning her over cloak which she hung up on a nearby peg on the wall. She spared a brief moment to look into the mirror hanging next to the peg, to straighten her tie and tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She hadn’t, however heard back from her contact/friend in Germany which had been a low point in her weekend. Onithn usually did such a great job of coming through for her.

She picked up her briefbag and set it down on the floor under her desk and then scooted her chair in pulling a book out of the pile to leaf through. There has to be something from an international conference that disallows this sort of embargo.