She was attending another client, with her typical stoic and icy look, her expression reflected perfectly a "I wanna go home, what the hell time is it?", tapping her foot and taking a deep breath

She pressed the stamp on the paper, finalizing the receipt of the shipment. The last customer just left some huge boxes that corresponded to the storage unit, Willow shrugged it off, later Marcus would take care of that. She was about to sigh, when she heard the bell of the door, notifying that someone just entered once again.. geez

— Welcome to the TWM Deal Department, this is Willow Roy, what will tou... oh, It's you.. —