Weiss Schnee always considered herself to be a calm and collected individual. Someone who never cracked under pressure, someone always in control of every situation they found themselves in. But right now she was too busy trying to crush the door handle of the limo she was currently riding in. As the crushing anxiety and nerves threatened to eat her alive from the inside, she shook her head and tried to bring her thoughts under control. 'Get it together Schnee, you HAVE to maintain your composure in front of them. You will not embarrass yourself like last time…' she thought to herself.
After what seemed like an eternity had past, the long white car finally slowed to a stop outside of the Atlesian Police Headquarters. The impressive building stood above all of its neighbors and demanded its authority from everyone around it. Gleaming white marble was displayed on every imaginable surface and its windows reflected the sunlight in such a picturesque manner that one would have felt it belonged in a painting. Weiss wanted to burn the motherfucker to the ground.
Not even bothering to wait for her driver to open the door for her, Weiss stepped out of the limo and began her war path up the steps and towards the door. People parted around her like the Red Sea as if they could almost feel their life crumbling around them should they step in front of the white-haired devil currently tearing her way through.
Once inside, Weiss immediately made her way towards the receptionist in the middle of the expansive lobby. "I'm here for my appointment with investigator over the Rose case," she said with smooth authority that stimmed from years of practice drilled into her by her father. Not yet looking up at her, the receptionist began to respond, "And who exactly are you-Oh! Oh my lord, M-Ms. Schnee! R-right away, I'll let him know you're here! Immediately!" Weiss couldn't help but roll her eyes at the redundancy of the young girl's statement. She couldn't deny that her reputation did get results; however, even if it did seem that she may have frightened the receptionist and possibly embarrassed her for the attitude she was about to give Weiss.
Turning away and walking over towards the waiting area to her right, Weiss decided that some coffee was in order and started scanning the room for any sign of a machine. "Weiss! Hey, Weiss!" she heard a voice calling to her from behind. 'Great, yet another imbecile to deal with' she thought, mentally slumping her shoulders. Turning back around for the umpteenth time since she walked in it felt, she found herself dealing with one imbecile she truly didn't mind seeing. Striding forward across the room, she immediately embraced the girl who had called her name and squeezed her. "Geez Weiss, what's got into you? You don't normally hug me like that unless you're trying to strangle me," Yang chuckled, squeezing the white-haired girl back regardless. "Shut up you idiot, I'm just happy to see you," Weiss huffed as they separated, but smiled soon after.
"So, how've you been?" Yang asked once they had taken a seat in the set of chairs that Yang had been occupying. "Business has been good, we just turned a record profit for the-" Weiss began. "Weiss. Stop. I didn't ask about your company. I asked about YOU, how are YOU doing. If I wanted to know about Schnee Dust, I'd read a business paper" Yang chuckled, grabbing Weiss' shoulder and squeezing it. "I-I've been…good," Weiss replied stiffly, going almost ram-rod stiff before slumping in her seat, "No, no I haven't. I've been just as miserable as the last time we saw each other." Yang sat back in her seat and nodded her head. "Yeah, I figured as much. I can't really say that I blame you but at the same time, you really should try to find something to distract yourself. And I don't mean throwing yourself into your work or killing your liver like you have been doing," the blonde said, all signs of jokes having left her face.
"H-How did you?" Weiss sputtered, wide-eyed and slack jawed. "Did you forget that time me and Blake had to drag you out of that bar downtown? You literally were so trashed that you couldn't stand on your own two feet and kept yelling at us to put you down while screaming 'stranger danger!' to anyone in yelling distance," Yang deadpanned. "Ugghhh, it's honestly a wonder that didn't make the headlines of the paper…" the white-haired girl groaned, leaning forward and rubbing her temples at the headache-inducing memory. "What can I say, your PR team is AMAZING," Yang chuckled while rubbing Weiss' back.
"Well, I don't mean to cut this precious moment short but it seems that like that's our cue to make our way over," Yang muttered, nodding her head towards an office where a tall grizzled man stood at the door, waving his hand at them. Weiss simply stood up and followed the girl over, stepping into stride with her friend as she once again resumed her authoritative and collected composure. She was ready for this….right?
Good news! I ACTUALLY managed to pull this out of my ass in little under two hours! Granted this is a HEAVILY revised version of what I originally wrote for this chapter, I still think it turned out alright. I actually think I like this one better than my original but we'll see if I still feel that way tomorrow. Go ahead and rip me a new one if you feel this chapter deserves it lol. Thank you all for reading!