.brilliant insanity
And she sits there with a stack of papers, almost as tall as her, and she stares at them. The council is gone for the day, but she manage to guilt her newest flunkey into staying behind. She doesn't make copies or get coffee- she has people do that for her. He is one of those people. Her poor secretary.
But she sits by the window, enjoying a plush office chair, feet on the boardroom-esque table, cup in hand (her coffee is iced and always tastes more like vanilla than mocha), and she smiles. A smile he would learn to fear in time. One of ideas, of memories, of what should never be imagined... She looks to him, but not. She looks beyond him, and tilts her head.
"I'm sure if we gave Lelouch a sequined glove, he would lighten up, and be a real thriller."
He stares at her, she's looking into space, and sips her coffee. Then all of a sudden, she laughs, and pulls a paper from the top of the girl-high stack, taking notes on the side, humming songs, doodling strange diagrams. She finally looks at him, a half-smile on her face. "And I'm going to pin this all on you~"
He laughs with her, thinking it's all just a joke, but little does he know...