Reina Bertram was never one to shy away from what she wanted. Always determined, it helped her on her quest to be an upstanding lawyer. However, for the moment she was only a mere intern. It was a long way to the top, and she knew there would be much hard work ahead. The filled days left her with very little time for any sort of social life, as she also had a side job helping her friend sell homemade candles online. During that, she spent a little time here and there with an on-again-off-again boyfriend named John. She roomed with her candle making friend for the time being, hoping she could span off to her own place soon. It almost seemed impossible with the bills on her end, but she had hope she'd get there.
Reina checked the clock on the wall, it was almost time for her to leave the office. Currently she was elbow deep in files, sorting through what the boss needed and didn't need for a case coming up. Putting the last in a neat stack on the desk, she sighed and wrote down her time before turning it in. Snatching her purse up, she heads out of the office and down the sidewalk to her home. On occasion, she took a taxi should she feel too tired for the walk. However, the complex was only a few blocks down, a short enough distance to manage. The streets were as busy as usual in the evening, some off to get dinner and shop like an everyday event. Others were far more shady.
Thugs and vandals crept in the alleyways, some more obvious than others. The occasional prostitute even caught eyes, Reina secretly envious of their lives. They made so much, doing something so easy, and most of them looked good to boot. Not that she was anything to scoff at, her average height accompanied her tone figure quite nicely. Even in the dreaded pantsuits, her round bottom perked with youth. Breasts were a cup above the average C, but in the button up shirt they lacked the luster they could have. Her long curly locks of golden brown bounced gently with each step, green eyes even glimmering in the setting sun. Surely if she had their task, she'd be a hit, but it was something she could not fathom as she walked right by them in the streets.
Reina checked the clock on the wall, it was almost time for her to leave the office. Currently she was elbow deep in files, sorting through what the boss needed and didn't need for a case coming up. Putting the last in a neat stack on the desk, she sighed and wrote down her time before turning it in. Snatching her purse up, she heads out of the office and down the sidewalk to her home. On occasion, she took a taxi should she feel too tired for the walk. However, the complex was only a few blocks down, a short enough distance to manage. The streets were as busy as usual in the evening, some off to get dinner and shop like an everyday event. Others were far more shady.
Thugs and vandals crept in the alleyways, some more obvious than others. The occasional prostitute even caught eyes, Reina secretly envious of their lives. They made so much, doing something so easy, and most of them looked good to boot. Not that she was anything to scoff at, her average height accompanied her tone figure quite nicely. Even in the dreaded pantsuits, her round bottom perked with youth. Breasts were a cup above the average C, but in the button up shirt they lacked the luster they could have. Her long curly locks of golden brown bounced gently with each step, green eyes even glimmering in the setting sun. Surely if she had their task, she'd be a hit, but it was something she could not fathom as she walked right by them in the streets.