08-28-2014, 01:53 PM
Drayson was running late, at least by his standards. If someone was expecting to meet him at his office, he usually preferred being there well in advance; it gave him a chance to peruse the topic of discussion, or at least brush up on the person with whom wished to meet him. There were often so many that he needed the chance to prepare himself for whatever ridiculous attempt at manipulation they were planning to use on him to get what they desired.
He arrived back at at the CDPS headquarters with two junior detectives in his wake; they were working on the unusual details that had surfaced in the wake of the botched arrest attempt of a drug lord, who had proven to be another of these blasted magic users. They had been cropping up long before the incident in DV, but in the wake of that public display of magic, discussion on magic users had become more...legitimate. The lack of drugs or even chemicals in the dead man's lab was slowly becoming less of a sticking point in the investigation's process. Perhaps the pills really were nothing but sugar, and magic was involved?
The two junior detectives moved off after they discussed the situation, and Drayson finally made his way to his office. He still had a few minutes to at least find himself a cup of coffee before the meeting. He moved through the building without further delay; while Drayson was well liked in many of the precincts around the city, his presence in the headquarters often reminded some of how lightly they needed to step else risk drawing his attention. It was well known that he held no fear for rank or privilege.
His office was perhaps not where one would have expected for one of his position. It was closer to the day-to-day working portion of the HQ, and more importantly, farther away from the more politically minded parts of the building. It suited him well, and made them more comfortable.
He rounded the corner to the hall that housed his office only to find that the woman with whom he was meeting had already arrived. She was waiting patiently outside his office with two cups of coffee in hand, and he just shook his head in tired amusement. Whatever she was after, it was clearly important to her. Important enough to be early. He didn't mind, although some may have felt it to be some sort of tactic to make him defensive and apologetic for 'making her wait.' There was no such concern in his mind.
He approached and nodded to her as he caught her attention, "Miss Pirozzi. I hope one of those is for me?"
He offered a ghost of a smile as he stepped past her to open his office door; it wasn't locked. Whomever may have wanted to break into his office would have had to contend with the building's security systems, and if they were able to bypass those, a locked door wasn't likely to slow them down much. Once the door was open, he indicated for her to enter and accepted the cup of coffee as she passed.
His office was, while not entirely spartan, not nearly as extravagant as most. There were no expensive paintings or opulent furniture. A simple, nice, dark wood desk and a functional chair behind it. Two more, comfortable, of the same height as his own, for visitors. A few bookshelves full of books related to work; laws and legislation, legal records on past trials and cases. There was little in the room that marked it as his own.
"Now, what can I do for you today?"
He arrived back at at the CDPS headquarters with two junior detectives in his wake; they were working on the unusual details that had surfaced in the wake of the botched arrest attempt of a drug lord, who had proven to be another of these blasted magic users. They had been cropping up long before the incident in DV, but in the wake of that public display of magic, discussion on magic users had become more...legitimate. The lack of drugs or even chemicals in the dead man's lab was slowly becoming less of a sticking point in the investigation's process. Perhaps the pills really were nothing but sugar, and magic was involved?
The two junior detectives moved off after they discussed the situation, and Drayson finally made his way to his office. He still had a few minutes to at least find himself a cup of coffee before the meeting. He moved through the building without further delay; while Drayson was well liked in many of the precincts around the city, his presence in the headquarters often reminded some of how lightly they needed to step else risk drawing his attention. It was well known that he held no fear for rank or privilege.
His office was perhaps not where one would have expected for one of his position. It was closer to the day-to-day working portion of the HQ, and more importantly, farther away from the more politically minded parts of the building. It suited him well, and made them more comfortable.
He rounded the corner to the hall that housed his office only to find that the woman with whom he was meeting had already arrived. She was waiting patiently outside his office with two cups of coffee in hand, and he just shook his head in tired amusement. Whatever she was after, it was clearly important to her. Important enough to be early. He didn't mind, although some may have felt it to be some sort of tactic to make him defensive and apologetic for 'making her wait.' There was no such concern in his mind.
He approached and nodded to her as he caught her attention, "Miss Pirozzi. I hope one of those is for me?"
He offered a ghost of a smile as he stepped past her to open his office door; it wasn't locked. Whomever may have wanted to break into his office would have had to contend with the building's security systems, and if they were able to bypass those, a locked door wasn't likely to slow them down much. Once the door was open, he indicated for her to enter and accepted the cup of coffee as she passed.
His office was, while not entirely spartan, not nearly as extravagant as most. There were no expensive paintings or opulent furniture. A simple, nice, dark wood desk and a functional chair behind it. Two more, comfortable, of the same height as his own, for visitors. A few bookshelves full of books related to work; laws and legislation, legal records on past trials and cases. There was little in the room that marked it as his own.
"Now, what can I do for you today?"