Just as you thought you were finally gonna get that intel you needed—Boom. The mission failed, everything didn't go according to plan as imagined. As you take a long exhale, realizing the damage now caused, there's only one thing left to do; And that was to tell her what had happened. To tell her how you failed, or else she wouldn't get it.

Natalie. Natalie Rose is what they called her. You take a few steps forward on the clean, sleek marble floors decorated in black. Everything was so expensive, so neat, so eloquent and screamed rich. That was everything your boss had. She didn't mess around when it came to looking professional. Finally, at the big two wooden doors you stop. Plated in some silver on the handle, and the sides. Though, behind those doors is a working lady. It was a battle of blunt and honesty, because that was all she did, be awfully critic towards workers and other ranked members. But, that's just how she rolled. Knocking on the door, her blue eyes meet with yours. A scowl implanted on her face. "You did what now?" And now you were face to face with Natalie. Sat on either side of the desk she had piled in paperwork. When you dropped the news she clearly wasn't thrilled to hear it. In addition her eyebrows were scrunched, eyes narrowed, and black manicured nails were tapping impatiently for an answer. "So you seriously lost the damn intel we-so-badly-needed?"