Ale closed her laptop and slide it into a locked drawer, along with some folders. Locking the drawer, she places the key in her pocket, and grabs some other folders.
Glancing to Cain, who was watching her, she commanded him to stay. She wasn’t going far, and he could easily be called if she needed him.
Walking down to Vivian’s door, she knocks, waiting to be invited in. Not that she needed to, but she respected her Coterie Mate. And as such, would wait, glancing down at the folders, making sure she had the ones she wanted.
Vivian York Selena