Pela sighed out of exhaustion. She had found herself in the same repetitive situation again as she scanned her desk filled with different documents and reports she is obligated to analyze. It was the duty of an Intelligence Officer after all. There was no room to complain whatsoever.

She slumped down to her desk, removing her glasses as she did so. Her mind simply trails to the idea of getting to leisurely read books once she gets off of work. Impatience is not akin to her own virtues, but her hands were itching to flip pages of her books, not flip pages of endless mountains of papers she needed to go through.

Such a thought bubble pops when she hears knocking from her office door. Pela immediately puts on her glasses, fixing herself up quickly.

"Come in." She calls. Pushing her glasses up her nose bridge to remain presentable.