Waiting outside of the fenced off line of the Boarding House turned Funderland attraction stood Mhairi. The text was vague. Only that who she was meeting was named Donovan, and that he was new. So the wisp tried for professional, wearing a neat lace vest, her choker resting at the hollow of her throat, dark jeans, and her boots, because fuck if she was giving them up for any meeting, she was Director, and Autumn's Queen she can choose her favorite footwear!
She sighs, shaking her head, the tail of the plait she'd configured her galaxy in, tickled her neck as she did so.
Truth be told, after how the last meeting she'd been a part of had gone, she was nervous. Made more so because she didn't know anything about this person she was meeting. She didn't know, hadn't heard, the fall out from that meeting yet, but she'd been sequestered - hidden away from the 'hold, 'spinning for Sera. She needed to do something to take her mind off of the everything that had happened.
Even before her announcement, she knew that Brown was up to something, someone like him wouldn't have let this go. He'd plan and plan making her the bad guy instead of working. Proving himself better then her thoughts of him, proving himself worth the position she'd removed him from to herself, and whomever she would name next. Going from the bottom, and earning his way to the top. No, he'd probably want her to do a public apology and grovel, kissing his boots and begging him to be Groundskeeper again.
A heaving gust of a sigh. She shouldn't have run away to her workshop, she should have dealt with this sooner. She shouldn't have agreed to this meeting before she was able to sort all these thoughts out, but then again, this probably wouldn't be the last time she needed to meet with a new arrival when her head was tumbling over....stuff.
So Mhairi waited, fingers fidgeting, twisting together then a part, mind going back and forth over the elephant that was her former Groundskeeper.