She was watching out the window of the high rise, her back to the door. Dressed in a dark gray pin-stripped suit, the skirt of which came to just below her knees, and black strapped heels, she was everything the company had come to look for in its elite. Her stiff posture, hands behind her back, was as ridged as the weapon she wore at her hip, a blade of an older style, though shorter, made for a woman.<br/><br/>She wasn't an impressive height, the slim build and short stature made it easier for men to underestimate the demon that lurked in her blood. A born and raised raven demon, trained from a young age to take over the family business of guiding lost souls to the doors of hell, she had the regal standing and skills to have gone much higher in this demon run business, if only she would sleep her way to the top.<br/><br/>Black eyes stared back at the reflection of the room, black hair with an edging of feathers around her hairline was swept back and up into a neat bun for what she was expecting was going to be a long night of training a new recruit. She didn't sigh as the minutes stretched, trained to control her irritation at how long the retrieval team was taking to clean up the newest addition to the security team. She hoped he was at least half trained, she disliked a demon that would lose control of itself too easily.<br/><br/>Something vibrated in her breast pocket just as lightning from a sudden storm flashed across the sky. Hey eyes lighted red to answer the call of power the lightning offered, before returning to normal black pools. Her eyes didn't lose the skyline as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone, flipping it open and answering in a soft murmur. "Yes?" She shifted her weight to her left hip, crossing her arm under the one holding the phone. "When?" She looked through the reflection as the door opened. "I will take care of it personally."<br/><br/>She didn't turn around to the new comer with her men, continuing to watch assessing the new one in the middle. "Leave us."