It was another busy day in the university, and as per usual, Okina had her hands full... or she would, had she not delegated most of her day’s work to her two ever-eager secretaries.
Key word being most. For even then, there were some things she couldn’t put off to others— certain tasks that she, as the figurative god of this university (or rather, the chief of staff) must do herself. Scrolling through a list on the screen of her computer, Okina drums her fingers across her desk momentarily before activating her intercom.
“Mai, send for Professor Clawthorne. Tell her it’s urgent.”
A voice of affirmation responds near-immediately from the other end of the line, and the woman lifts her fingers— before leaning into the back of her grand swivel chair.
It wouldn’t be long now for there to be a knock at her door.
“Come in.”
@curseshared
