Nancy took the seat in front of her, those eyes still glimmering faintly as she sat before Clara
“Your accent, German correct?” The blonde asked before the faintest pink hue stained her pale cheeks
“I must admit, Miss Abbas did not tell me what we would be meeting about, only that I was needed”
She shakes Nancy’s hand and motions her to the chair infront of her desk.
“Clara Schreiber.”
She responds, turning her monitor away from her so she can put her full attention on Nancy.