Zeek passes only a few rooms til he's standing in front of a dark brown wooden door that reads "004" with a golden name plaque screwed beside it with the engraving of the name Priya Adhya. Zeek not only notices now that his parole officer is a woman. (Either that or a man who more than likely regrets his name) But also that she looked to be the only one on the hall with a golden name plaque screwed beside her door. Zeek cranes his neck to the side to look down the hall to confirm this and he's in fact right. Only one on the hall with a fancy name plaque

She's going to be trouble' Zeek thinks as he shifts his eyes back at the plaque. This certainly meant she is a big deal. The other name tags on the other doors were on copy paper slid sloppily behind a plastic card holder. Just his luck that his parole officer is allegedly on a whole different level than the others. Zeek hits the door once with a knock and pulls his hand back to his side. There's a bit of shuffling or movement from behind the door before it abruptly stops. There's silence on the other end and Zeek contemplated knocking again but then a voice on the other side of the door answers

This voice wasn't a high pitched one like the receptionist lady like Zeek had expected. This voice was deeper. This woman had a raspier voice. One that flowed smoothly so it wasn't lingering morning voice from early this morning. Zeek twisted the knob in return and pulled open the door to reveal a somewhat spacious office before him. Dark walls and dark furniture but bright white carpeted floors which could probably deem itself a nuisance on occasion

Though finally he made eye contact with his parole officer who was looking right back at him through her thin framed bright red oval shaped glasses. Her silky brownish-red hair was tied back in a semi-neat bun with the only messy part being the two strands pulled out at the sides of her ears adorned with elaborate chandbali earrings.