The Evening was slow. Slower than usual for the Harpy. But there she was in her office, going over papers for her chemical experiments. The design of the office was modern, to be sure. Walking in one's gaze would immediately land on Rebecca's desk; glass, simple and uncluttered. In front of the desk were two short, black leather chairs. Inside the office, to the right of the door, sat a black couch and another black chair around a glass coffee table.
Behind Rebecca's desk sat a wide walnut bookshelf filled with books related to many things, including pharmacy, drugs, and medicine. Resting on one of the shelves, behind a beautiful bookend, sat an flask, corked at the top and containing a dark powdery substance at the bottom. To any who entered the office would give the impression that everything there had a place and that nothing would be out of it's designated space.
She had come to work, but she was still in Elysium. She sat at her desk wearing a simple blue dress, her usual mask of friendliness and politeness on her face. Who knew who may arrive to seek out the Harpy.
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