Red sighed as she sat at her desk in her penthouse office. America, Land of the Free,or so they say. Honestly it wasn't that bad here and Red was certain that if she had come here willingly she would have loved it. Only she didn't, she had snuck aboard that plane in an attempt to escape Rockgut. What a mistake that had been, the plane had taken to the skies before she could get off and when it landed, she fount herself in New York.
From there Red had done what she always did: adapt while turning things so they worked in her favor. Now she was the creator of a multi billion dollar company and she only had two retreats:
That Private and the Count wasn't there
And
The paperwork.
Paperwork as far as Red was concerned was the true source of All evil. It never ended as it seemed to multiple every time she looked away and Red swore she heard it growl before. With a soft sigh, Red pinged her Secretary.
"Ma'am?"
"Sarah, please bring me my usual. I have a feeling it's going to be a long night."
"Yes Ma'am, I'll be right up."
Red once again sighed as she stared at the shifting paperwork.
Where was Nigel when Red needed him? Hell, even prison had been better than this torture.
Shaking her head, Red glanced out her large glass window before giving a soft smile.
"Good Night, Private."
