06-12-2014, 02:49 PM
She tried not to look his way while he was busy with the call. Instead, Zoya perused the items on his desk, then let her gaze shift around the office. There were a couple of officers at their desks, looking worse for wear. It wasn’t until she heard him stand up that she turned back to face him and put the cup back down. Oslov wasn’t pressing charges? Now that was good news… but why? Did it really matter? She’d just give the pictures to Otto and let him deal with the rest of this mess.
It felt good to have the cuffs off of her wrist. She rotated her wrist a little before turning her attention back to Ivan as he continued to speak. When he mentioned needing to erase her pictures Zoya felt some of her initial irritation rise within her. Then, to her surprise, he continued on with absolute brilliance. He was right, of course, the images had already been sent off to the cloud. In all the ‘excitement’ she had almost forgotten.
“Now that’s a shame, but if you must, I suppose there isn’t anything I can do about that.”
She offered quick grin and a small shrug then stood up. “Thanks, but I think I’ll just go ahead and make my call, after you return my wallet.”
Once able, Zoya stepped off to the side for a bit of privacy before she made her call. She waited impatiently until a sleepy voice answered.
“Really? You are sleep? After… Otto… you need to come get me. No, I got arrested. Yeah, I’m at the station… what do you mean no?!”
Her voice rose for a moment, then, as she noticed one of the officers looking her way turned back down to a whisper. “Otto you little coward, you know very well how I got into this mess.”
She practically growled at him through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you grow a pair and… Otto… Otto?”
That cowardly little… she couldn’t even finish that sentence without wanting to wrap her hands around his neck. He was too scared to go to the police station. With a sigh, she put her wallet away and straightened her shoulders. That meant she would have to walk home.
Hoping Sarkozy hadn't overheard much of that conversation, she did her best to avoid any lengthy conversation. Zoya simply waved once in his direction and turned to make her way out the doors. As she passed the desk officer, the brunette couldn't resist a saucy wink and a little smirk.
Once outside her face took on a whole different expression. Shock. It was cold, colder than when they had first made it there. To make matters worse, it was beginning to snow. She adjusted her jacket, pulling up the collar and trying to bury her chin in its warmth. It was going to be a long walk.
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jun 12 2014, 04:17 PM.
It felt good to have the cuffs off of her wrist. She rotated her wrist a little before turning her attention back to Ivan as he continued to speak. When he mentioned needing to erase her pictures Zoya felt some of her initial irritation rise within her. Then, to her surprise, he continued on with absolute brilliance. He was right, of course, the images had already been sent off to the cloud. In all the ‘excitement’ she had almost forgotten.
“Now that’s a shame, but if you must, I suppose there isn’t anything I can do about that.”
She offered quick grin and a small shrug then stood up. “Thanks, but I think I’ll just go ahead and make my call, after you return my wallet.”
Once able, Zoya stepped off to the side for a bit of privacy before she made her call. She waited impatiently until a sleepy voice answered.
“Really? You are sleep? After… Otto… you need to come get me. No, I got arrested. Yeah, I’m at the station… what do you mean no?!”
Her voice rose for a moment, then, as she noticed one of the officers looking her way turned back down to a whisper. “Otto you little coward, you know very well how I got into this mess.”
She practically growled at him through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you grow a pair and… Otto… Otto?”
That cowardly little… she couldn’t even finish that sentence without wanting to wrap her hands around his neck. He was too scared to go to the police station. With a sigh, she put her wallet away and straightened her shoulders. That meant she would have to walk home.
Hoping Sarkozy hadn't overheard much of that conversation, she did her best to avoid any lengthy conversation. Zoya simply waved once in his direction and turned to make her way out the doors. As she passed the desk officer, the brunette couldn't resist a saucy wink and a little smirk.
Once outside her face took on a whole different expression. Shock. It was cold, colder than when they had first made it there. To make matters worse, it was beginning to snow. She adjusted her jacket, pulling up the collar and trying to bury her chin in its warmth. It was going to be a long walk.
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jun 12 2014, 04:17 PM.