Her breath was shallow and strained has she rummaged through the old squad member records. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest and the heat rushed to her face every time the crushing sound of paper tore through the silence.
The outside world had turned a menacing black. The building seemed awfully quiet compared to how she knew it during the day. Only a few guards and a handful of enforcers on duty patrolled the hallways. All of whom had paid her no mind when she had returned after a day of work. She was one of them; she belonged. It was scarily easy to get past security when people trusted you.
No one is gonna find out, she reminded herself and took a deep breath. The cold light of her phones display illuminated the neatly sorted folders.
L, L, L she whispered to herself. L for Lelurian. They must have had some sort of record on him, even after seven years.
Here she was, risking her career to get information on someone who never truly cared about her. She could not even remember his voice or what color his eyes were. They said she had his eyes, so she simply assumed they were blue. Blue. The color she adored.
Her problem was that she cared. She had always cared too much because it was hard not to. He was her father despite everything he did. And deep down there was this part in her; the little girl who strived for her parents recognition. And maybe he would have been proud if hed see her now. She was following in his very big and intimidating footsteps.
Footsteps. She spun around. Her fear made it hard to breathe.
Nobody should be here, she checked. Yet someone was heading her way and she froze.