06-12-2014, 09:27 AM
Zoya sat the cup back down on his desk and chuckled. Used to using her hands as she talked, she began to lift them as if to throw them up in the air but then the cuffs stopped her. For a moment, she frowned at the hand that was held in place and shook her head. “I already told you what I was doing there. Oslov is blatantly ignoring animal testing procedures. I wanted a look at what they were doing. Then, you found me.”
Crossing right leg over left, she stretched her neck a little in order to look past Ivan and to the wall behind him. According to the clock, it was rather late, and she wasn’t exactly sure who she could call without hearing an earful from them. What she was sure of, however, was that she would find Otto and give him a piece of her mind. It was his fault that she was in this pickle. The jerk could have at least tried to shout for her.
“Well, I suppose we better get this over and done with then. What else do you need? I’m five foot five, and a hundred and twenty five pounds. Let’s see… green eyes, brown hair. Female of course.”
There was no hiding her smirk, before she gave him her date of birth and address. Then, she leaned back again to observe the officer’s reaction.
Part of her told Zoya that she wasn’t being fair. The man was simply doing his job, after all. He wasn’t who she was truly annoyed with. "Look... Ian, is it?"
Apparently her mouth hadn't caught up with her slight change of heart just yet. "Oslov Corp is shady, and I have the pictures to prove it in my wallet. All I want, is to give that to the right person and have them investigated."
Crossing right leg over left, she stretched her neck a little in order to look past Ivan and to the wall behind him. According to the clock, it was rather late, and she wasn’t exactly sure who she could call without hearing an earful from them. What she was sure of, however, was that she would find Otto and give him a piece of her mind. It was his fault that she was in this pickle. The jerk could have at least tried to shout for her.
“Well, I suppose we better get this over and done with then. What else do you need? I’m five foot five, and a hundred and twenty five pounds. Let’s see… green eyes, brown hair. Female of course.”
There was no hiding her smirk, before she gave him her date of birth and address. Then, she leaned back again to observe the officer’s reaction.
Part of her told Zoya that she wasn’t being fair. The man was simply doing his job, after all. He wasn’t who she was truly annoyed with. "Look... Ian, is it?"
Apparently her mouth hadn't caught up with her slight change of heart just yet. "Oslov Corp is shady, and I have the pictures to prove it in my wallet. All I want, is to give that to the right person and have them investigated."