As the large and cold meeting room opened, a woman with shoulder-length dark brown curls entered the room wearing a sand-colored Esper uniform that followed her curves. The woman with tanned skin smiled broadly as her eyes caught sight of a man with clipped black hair wearing a three-piece suit sitting in one of the chairs.
Their eyes met each other.
"Oho, Carter, you're never a second late for an appointment." The 45-year-old woman smiled widely, her dark brown eyes leering, her voice sounding cheerful as she approached the man she called Carter. River Carter.
"Good morning, Madame director of Sanra, Ryder Mitchell. How is Tarragon? Are you leading that Guild well?" The man named Carter responded to Ryder's joke with another sarcasm.
"Aw, thanks for asking Mr. Director Sacra. Tarragon has always been fine as a Guild, what about Carnation?"
