Violet was bored. Not just
bored, but mind-numbingly bored, so bored that she was actually considering seeing if she could survive the jump out of the tenth-storey window, just to have something to do. She let her body flop forwards and rested her forehead on the desk, next to the silver laptop that had been a present from the Doctor. Purely for work purposes, the poor machine had been very abused over the past few months; E-mail after E-mail, typed letters and minutes of meetings had all passed through it. Basically, everything that Ianto was too busy/found too dull to do."Why does it have to be my day off today?"
Violet muttered, straightening herself up again, throwing her head back over the headrest and swinging gently on her computer chair. Not that it would make a difference what
day it was, of course, it just seemed that if she could've put it off for as long as possible it might have been easier. At the moment, she was alone, and, as much as she hated to admit it, Violet had got used to company over the last few years. Not just anyone's, of course, but an equal, someone with whom she could have an intelligent
conversation."Right, that's it!"
She muttered, grabbing her bag, shoving the laptop inside and flinging her long black coat over her shoulders: "I'm going to work."
Sat in the back of the taxi, Violet had to admit that she must have been one of the most dull people on Earth. Who else, she wondered, would willingly
go to the office on their only day off for at least a month, just because they were lonley? Having said that, who else would be as lonley as Violet? Who else would go home to a completely empty flat, eat alone, watch TV alone, so very lonley, and not even someone to 'phone, no mother to moan to, no friend that she could share gossip with. No, Violet's case was certainly unique, at least in her eyes.
Having paid the driver, Violet flashed her ID at some guard or other and was let into James Bishop's offices."Mr. Bishop?"
she called. "Mr. Bish..."
she opened the door, only to be confronted with Ianto Jones reclaxing in his chair- well, as far as Mr. Busy himself could
she grinned, knowing that the nickname annoyed him, "Don't s'pose one of those teas is for me, is it?"Violet's outfit
OOC: Sorry about the late/short reply