Mab may not have been at her best, but she at least looked like she was herself again. She was dressed in her usual business woman chic, even her hair was carefully done. She might have felt shaky still, but she would mask it beneath her careful defenses.
She moved into the room, projecting her usual air of authority, she motioned for everyone to sit as the chose (because she certainly needed to sit), and insinuated herself into a chair, posture perfect. "Ms. Morgenstern, what can I do for you?"
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Date: 2012-10-24 09:02 am (UTC)She moved into the room, projecting her usual air of authority, she motioned for everyone to sit as the chose (because she certainly needed to sit), and insinuated herself into a chair, posture perfect. "Ms. Morgenstern, what can I do for you?"