Anithaya. (Not meant for the director but here we are)
The mail pile seemed larger than usual, a rogue postmaster thinking themself hilarious in mixing some mail on April 1st, but it seemed some managed to get to the addressed locations while others were received incorrectly.
Opening the next envelope, Kat nearly choked on her drink, clearing her throat immediately as she held back the initial bout of anger which jumped to the front of her mind.
“Shadows below, Agent Thurmon. Do ya’ wish fer yer career to come to a screechin’ halt? Because I can bloody well make sure it does.”
Letting the frustration slip, the photograph ignited in her fingertips in a Holy flame. Reduced to ash which was swept to the garbage with the side of her hand.
“While one could appreciate the attire and angle,” Kat regained her composure, pouring another drink. “Certainly don’ need anyone thinkin’ it was solicited, even if it was meant fer her fuckin’ joy-toy of a girlfriend. Amature...”
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