Who: Sabring Keogh<br/>Where: Keogh Family Home<br/>When: Early Morning Friday<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a><br/><br/>District Attorney. So many years had passed, so much water under the bridge, that often Sabrina had to try to remember why she choose this as her career. There were good days and bad days, same as with any job. That wasn't what made her question her choice. It was the stress. It was the lack of time away from her husband that she often faced. At first, it was a sacrifice, one she willingly made to further her career. Now it seemed a heavy burden, laid at her feet and across her shoulders. There were days she struggled with it, demanding to herself and the rest of the world that she prevail, and she did. Then there were days she wanted to remove the title, the stress, and simply put it all on hold.<br/><br/>On hold. The flashing red light on the telephone on her desk caught her attention. Line one. She remembered hearing she had a call on line one. There was no chance it could be her child's school calling due to some unforeseen problem. She had no child to speak of. It has to be the same thing it always was. Work. Pressing the button, she spoke her own name. Her voice was monotoned, not even hinting at the dissatisfaction she felt at that moment. She nodded her head as she listened to the voice on the other end, the voice that didn't appear to be capable of taking a breath. "Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack." She took a deep breath. "Jack!" Finally yelling his name brought silence on the other end of the phone. "You and I have been friends for a long time. We go way back. We get together now, have a few drinks, and talk about the old days, and the things we could do to each other if we were not married. So believe me when I say that I don't mean to offend you in any way here. Alright? I have done my job here. I have fulfilled all of my duties to the best of my abilities. I have gone above and beyond here. Alright? So you can rest assured that your client, the little shit, will spend quite a bit of time behind bars thoroughly getting his ass kicked several times daily, at least I hope, for what he's done and well yes, and for simply being the unimaginable prick that he is. Okay?" A wicked smile spread across her face. It was one of knowing. She knew she had this juvenile right where she wanted him, and she knew she could not lose this case. "So don't come crying to me now. Friday. You tell your client he's got until Friday to shove as much lube up his ass as he can." With those words, she slammed the phone down. Though the case had not been heard, she already felt the sweetness of victory.<br/><br/>With that victory came the alert from her personal phone. Her brow reflected how her curiosity was piqued. Very few people could do that to her. Baxter had always certainly been one of them. A decision was made, and without any hesitation, she rose, collected her belongings, and headed out of her office. "I'm leaving for the day." The timid, nearly frightened voice behind the desk squeaked, "but....," Sabrina halted in her tracks and slowly looked back over her shoulder. "But?" It was a question. It was a statement, and it was something the secretary understood fully. "Have a good night ma'am." With a forced smile, she nodded before heading out.<br/><br/>The drive home was swift, and the entire time she only had one thing on her mind. It was a burning question, one that begged to be answered. Well, perhaps not literally. Tossing her keys in the small dish by the door, Sabrina headed through the house, finally hearing the soft sounds coming from the backyard. Sliding the glass doors open, she smiled at the sight before her. Baxter's body could do many things to her, and one thing certainly could not be denied. He was an exceptional work of art. Her eyes flinted above towards the neighbor's home. She couldn't help but wonder if anyone was up there, gazing down, taking in the sights. If they were, well she certainly couldn't be one to deprive them of a show. Slipping her own clothes free from her body, she stepped to the edge of the water. "How's the water," she called, hoping he could hear her. Even if he couldn't, perhaps someone else nearby could. Dipping a toe in, she loved the warmth the water offered. Diving in, she made he way closer towards him, slowing as she came near. "So tell me. What is it you would like to discuss with me?"