Miranda stared with ill-concealed distaste on the phone, knowing that if she pretended to have allready left her cell would ring only moments later. Impatiently the thinlimbered woman ruffled through a desk drawer, comming up with a pack of smokes and a lighter, the ashtray allready on her desk. It was certainly one of the perks of her job, her position allowed her to smoke inside when the rest of the world was expelled to the rainy outside.<br/><br/>A gentle beep announced that the speakers on her phone was on and Allessandra languidly lit her own little cancer stick.<br/><br/>"Yes? This is Allessandra speaking."