"Red….white….a dash of blue…"
The blob of pale lavender paint on the brush was softly dabbed into the canvas, joining the symphony of colors and becoming one with the painting. Soft greens, dull browns, warm oranges and the stark white all harmonizing to form the picture of a cozy picturesque cottage in the middle of winter. The man put his paintbrush down and then looked to the other paintings he was supposed to work on… all ten of them. He groaned, he had so much to work on, but so little time… Just as he was about to continue painting, the sound of The Steel Samurai's theme song rang right to his ears. He took the cell phone out of his pocket, answering the call immediately.
"Hello? Phoenix Wright speaking." The man inquired, adding after in an annoyed tone. "Who is this? I'm busy."
"Hey Phoenix." Was all the familiar female voice at the end said, which was enough for his sour mood to have lightened up.
Phoenix's face turned to that of a bright smile. "Oh! Mia! Gosh, sorry if I sounded mad. I thought it was another order. I'm kinda overworked right now, if you can tell."
"It's alright, I get it. Be sure to take a breaks while painting ok? Anyway I have a favor to ask, if you don't mind."
"Hm? A favor?" He mindlessly played with the Signal Samurai keychain attached to the carrying strap of his phone. "You want me to hold evidence for you right?"
"Nothing gets past you does it Nick? But yes, precisely. There's been a lot of coverage about this upcoming trial and…" Mia's voice trailed off, and Phoenix could detect a hint of unease in it. "I just don't feel safe keeping it here."
"Oh, don't worry. I understand." Phoenix said.
"Thank you so much Phoenix, I owe you."
"No problem Mia! What is it this time anyway? It isn't something insane like a chicken egg is it?" He cackled internally as he remembered that trial, it was one of the rare times Mia had let him accompany her while she worked.
"Oh god, don't remind me of that." Phoenix heard the sounds of something rustling. Mia must have been moving some papers. "Seriously though, you remember the clock Larry made? I want you to keep it, just for a bit,"
"The one that looks like The Thinker?" He snapped his fingers. "Yeah, that. It says the time right? I can keep it, it wouldn't stick out in my apartment honestly."
"I knew you'd be perfect for hiding it. Oh, before I forget, it isn't working right now." Before he could respond, Mia had interrupted him. "I had to take out its clockwork. There's some papers inside it instead."
"Cool, I can pick it up whenever. When do you want me to get it?"
Mia hummed. "How about tonight? Come by my office, around 9:00 to pick it up. I'll be a little busy with a pretrial until then, but why don't we have a little outing with my sister afterwards? For burgers of course, you know how she is."
"Oh! I finally get to meet Maya huh? I'm fine with burgers." Phoenix checked the watch on his wrist, sucking a breath as he noticed the time. "Sorry to cut the convo short but I have to get back to my work now. See you soon Mia!"
"I'll be waiting, bye!"
The call ended with a beep, leaving Phoenix to sit in content silence. However, before he could put away his phone he had noticed a notification pop up.
[Conversation recorded. September 5, 9:27 AM]
"Huh, I wonder how you delete these things…" He stared at the screen for a few seconds, and then put the phone back in his pocket. "Eh, I'll figure it out later."
September 5, 8:57 PM
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Even in the darkness of her offices, Mia could still see the sickly sweet smile of the woman in front of her. Mia's heartbeat quickened, watching the woman's every single move. The playful tone that hid malicious intent unnerved Mia, right to her very core. Mia cautiously eyed the woman down. Despite the woman's cute and petite appearance, it wasn't lost on Mia that she was dangerous.
"Come on now Miss Fey, be a good girl and give me back my papers please? Stealing is bad, you know." The woman giggled innocently.
Mia let out a shaky breath, saying in as steady of a voice that she could manage."I'm sorry, but it's not with me right now."
"Are you lying to me Miss Fey? You're really bad at it. We all know where the evidence is." The woman stuck out her bottom lip. She made a show of tapping her chin and pointing to the clock on the desk. "Right there, it's in The Thinker right?"
"How did-" Mia gasped, her words catching in her throat. "How did you know…?"
"Tee hee! You already know how Miss Fey! After all, finding people's little dirty secrets is my talent."
Realization dawned on her like a bucket of ice cold water splashed on her. Mia sagged her shoulders in defeat, cursing to herself. "I…I should have been more careful."
The woman mockingly laughed at Mia, moving to pick the clock up. She held it up in the moonlight, turning it over to see every little detail. "Awww, I know how stressed you are right now Miss Fey." The woman walked up to Mia, as she said in that sickly sweet voice of hers. "So why don't you take a nice long nap?"
The clock was held up high, the smooth marble shining brightly as the moonlight hit its shiny surface. Mia could only think of three words, as she watched the clock descend on the side of her head with a sudden sharp pain.
April…May…June…
September 5, 9:08 PM
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Maya walked up to the door of the offices and stared up at it fondly. Despite being there most of the time, she only rarely ever got to see it at night. It made her smile, feeling some form of nostalgia whenever she saw the Fey & Co. Law Offices under the night lit sky. Though she was the first to admit that seeing it at night was a little eerie. She looked at the time on her phone, groaning when she saw it. Mia had arranged a night outing with a friend of hers, agreeing to meet at 9:00 PM. But she was late, again. Hopefully that didn't mean Maya had to pay for dinner.
"Ugh, why did I have to take that nap…" Maya took hold of the doorknob to try to open the door, stopping when she realized she needed to unlock it first. Before she could facepalm and call herself stupid, the door…opened on its own (The door is unlocked…?) Maya stared at the doorknob, unease beginning to fill her mind. (That…can't be right. Mia always locks it.)
Cautiously Maya poked her head through the door, and she stepped inside the office. She looked around and called out for Mia…no answer. The eerie quietness of the office got on her nerves, something was horribly wrong, Nothing was out of the ordinary, her desk untouched, law books organized on the bookshelves, and their potted plant sitting idly on the table. There was one thing that was odd…a smell coming from Mia's office. Maya's heart dropped as she recognized the scent. It was pungent, almost reminiscent of rust. (It's…Blood…? Oh my god…Mia!) She rushed to Mia's office, opening it with a kick to the door. Her frantically darted eyes around the room, and when she saw it, her, she screamed.
"SIS!"
Mia's lifeless body laid against the wall beneath the window. The side of her head looked like it had been smashed in, wet with cold drying blood. Her office was in disarray, various items scattered about on the floor. Even the new glass stand was on the ground, now having been shattered into small pieces on the floor. Maya covered her mouth with her hand, in an attempt to stop herself from screaming again. Before Maya knew it she was kneeling beside her sister, her vision blurring.
"No no no! M-Mia? Mia please!" Maya pleaded, to who she didn't know but she pleaded and pleaded and pleaded. She took hold of Mia's shoulders and gently shook her, in a desperate hope that Mia would wake up…but she didn't. She laid there, her body cold in Maya's hands. Another wave of uncontrollable tears streamed down her cheeks. Mia was dead, and nothing Maya could do ever change that fact.
As her tears had lessened, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. It was a man she didn't recognize, sat on Mia's chair at her desk. His elbows were on the desk, his hands buried on his hair as he sobbed softly. Maya turned her attention to him, inspecting him closely in an attempt to distract herself from Mia's dead body. Anything to distract from Mia… He had spiky black hair, and he wore a blue hoodie with grey sleeves. He didn't seem to notice her, as not once had he looked up from his crying.
(Who is this guy…?)
Maya stood up, approaching him as quietly as possible. She reached out her hand, tapping him on the shoulder as she gently asked. "Um, sir? Who are you?"
The man simply looked up at her, staying silent.
"Sir…?" Maya repeated, but still the man didn't respond. "Uh, there's a couch in the office, you can sit there and wait while I call the cops."
The man nodded a wordless agreement, slowly getting up and walking out of Mia's office. Maya took one last look over the messy office. The sight made her want to cry, but Maya forced herself to bury her feelings deep down in the dark crevices of her mind. (There's nothing I can really do…I guess I should go call the police.) Maya made her way to the telephone in Mia's office. She was about to call the police, when she noticed something strange. (A few screws of the phone are missing…) She picked it up, inspecting it more closely. (It looks like someone tried to take it apart! What the-)
Her train of thought was interrupted by a scream, coming from outside the window. The sound came from the hotel across from the window. Maya spun around and looked outside, spotting the person who had screamed. It was a man with purple hair, clutching a phone and staring right back at her with terrified eyes. He yelled into the phone, though from where Maya stood what he was saying was practically inaudible. He walked out of view from the window, disappearing from Maya's sight.
(At least the police will be on their way now…) Maya sighed, putting the telephone back into place. (Hopefully that guy didn't run off, I wonder why he's here though…) She exited Mia's office, looking around for the man she had met earlier. It didn't take long for her to find him. He was seated on the couch, his hands on his lap.
"The police are on their way, we just have to wait a bit?" She told him, sitting down next to him.
The man didn't reply, not even seeming to acknowledge her.
"Um…? Sir?" Maya tried again.
"…Phoenix Wright." The man mumbled.
Maya tilted her head, confused. "Huh?"
"You asked for my name." He said, a little louder and more clearly. "It's Phoenix Wright… "
"Right right! Um…I'm Maya, I work here."
"Maya…?" Phoenix's face lit up in recognition. "You're Mia's sister aren't you? Mia has talked about you, a lot actually."
That confused Maya, she was sure she's never seen him before. "How did you know my sis? You seem to know her."
"I'm…her friend." Phoenix said, looking almost wistful. "I also used to be one of her clients. I've known her for around three years now."
(Ah, that explains it. He must be the friend Mia talked about.)
"Why were you visiting so late at night anyways?" Maya asked.
"I was supposed to keep evidence for her." Phoenix responded. He glanced away, holding his arm. "It was a clock Larry made, The Thinker…"
(…So he knows Larry huh?)
Maya perked up at the sound of police sirens, which were gradually getting closer and closer. (The police are here!) She pressed her ear against the wall, trying to hear as much as she could despite the walls. She heard car doors opening and voices, all muffled and hard to understand. One voice was louder than the rest, shouting orders to the other voices. She assumed it was the one who was in charge..
"Looks like the police are almost here. I'll go talk to them…ok?" Maya said, patting his shoulder.
"Ok…"
Maya patted his shoulder one last time and got up. She opened the door to the offices, and she was met with a detective heavily panting. He was tall, if Maya had to guess he was probably 6 ft. He wore a dark green trench coat and had scruffy black hair. Intimidating for sure, especially when he stared her down like she was a small child. She peeked behind him, seeing a few other officers behind him waiting patiently.
"We received a report from the building way across, see pal?" The detective said, Maya wasn't sure what she was supposed to see. "They say they saw a person get murdered, is that true?"
Maya nodded, swallowing the tears that threatened to spill. "Um yeah, it happened here… I was gonna call the police but a few screws on it got loose so I got distracted. There's uh, a guy inside the offices too. He's on the couch right now."
"Alright pal!" Gumshoe said, turning around and nodding to his colleagues behind him. "Before we go in, mind telling us what happened?"
"Well…" Maya bit her cheek, trying to recall the day. "My sis, the person who was killed by the way, told me to meet her here at 9:00 PM to go out with a friend of hers. Obviously can't happen now…" She let out several shaky breaths, taking several moments to pull herself together. "Uhh, Anyway. I come inside the offices and go into Mia's office, and she was already dead! The guy I talked about was already there, and he was crying… He's seated on the couch inside."
"I see…" Gumshoe scratched the back of his neck, deep in thought. "Well, you better wait while we investigate pal! Go ahead and sit next to him while we look around. Does that sound good?"
(This detective sure is…enthusiastic.) Maya nodded in agreement, opening the door wider for the officers to go inside the office. She went back to sit next to Phoenix, who watched them going through the door with a cautious eye. Some officers were already in Mia's office investigating, including Gumshoe. Maya hoped that they wouldn't make a mess, though with the disarray the it was already in she wasn't sure it would make much of a difference.
Phoenix was tense. His hands gripping his pants so much his knuckles were white. He watched the officer nearest to him with concern.
"Hey, don't worry." Maya said, rubbing his back in a hope to comfort him. "They're here to help ok?"
"I know…" Phoenix sighed. "I'm just, really tired."
(That's fair.) Maya rubbed her eyelids and yawned. (I'm tired too…)
"WOAH!" A yell came from Mia's office, definitely Gumshoe.
(What the…?)
Gumshoe stomped into the room, right in the direction of Maya and Phoenix. It almost gave her a heart attack. He held up a receipt, eyeing the two skeptically. "The name 'Phoenix' here mean anything to you? We found it in the victim's hand."
Phoenix's eyes widened slightly. He gawked at Gumshoe, his lip trembling slightly. "Th-That's my name…"
"WHAAAT?!" Gumshoe gripped the receipt in surprise. It took a few seconds for him to compose himself. "This right here pal, it's a note written with the victim's own blood! In her last dying moments, she wrote down the killer's name!"
"K-Killer?! That's a bit presumptuous isn't i-"
"Don't you go using big words 'round me pal!" Gumshoe cut Phoenix off before he could finish, grabbing him by the arm. "Case closed! You're coming down to the precinct with me!"
"Wh-what?! Wait! This is a mistake!" Phoenix begged, trying to reason with Gumshoe. "I didn't do it!"
Gumshoe ignored him, dragging him away and out of the offices. All Maya could do was watch helplessly, feeling useless as Phoenix desperately pleaded. Not long after, Maya herself was taken in to the detention center for questioning. It wasn't until late at midnight that she was able to be let out and go back to her apartment.
September 6, 8:43 AM
Maya's Apartment
Maya hardly got any sleep.
As soon as she had arrived in her apartment the night before, she buried herself under the comfort of her bed and cried into her pillows. Her phone had been constantly buzzing all night and even now in the morning, Notifications for condolences from friends, family, and even acquaintances she only had a few conversations with. Maya ignored them, refused to even entertain the thought of looking at them. She didn't want to make Mia's death feel any more real
(Ugh…I don't wanna get up.) Maya rolled over on her stomach, her eyes landed on the clock above her bed. She stared at the clock's arms, observing every small movement it made. The usually quiet tick now blaring constant ringing, and it hurt her ears. Her eyes had started to close, but any time she tried to sleep the events of last night replayed in her head over and over again. She definitely did not want to relive it at all. Groaning, she buried her face in her pillows. The pillows smelled like Mia, the familiar scent comforted her, if only a little.
Her phone buzzed again, and Maya cursed at it. She raised her head from the pillows, waiting for her vision to clear before she reached for her phone. Fumbling with it for a few minutes, Maya eventually was able to turn it on and open her messages. Seeing all the sympathetic messages made her choke up, and she avoided looking at them as much as possible. It was a message from Larry however, that caught her attention.
[Larry Butt òvó]
[maya! come down 2 the detention center! they arrested phoenix!]
(Oh yeah…they arrested Mr. Wright…) Maya sighed softly and placed the phone on the bed next to her. There was something wrong with that, right? As her mind cleared, she slowly but surely began piecing together the events of yesterday night. Mia's death, the man by the window, Mr. Wright arrested for Mia's murder… It had clicked. Maya sat up suddenly, her eyes wide with surprise. "Oh my god! They arrested Mr. Wright!"
She grabbed her phone and looked through the texts Larry had sent her. They were all panicked and riddled with typos. Frustrated, she threw her phone on the bed. She needed to get to the detention center, and she needed to get there now. Maya put on the usual outfit she had and brushed her hair, trying to make herself look at least presentable. Before she forgot, she picked up her bag and phone.
[Maya]
[I'm on my way!]
Maya had texted to Larry in a hurry, putting the phone in her bag once she saw that the message was sent. She opened the door, stepping outside her apartment. After checking that yes, her door was locked, she started running down the stairwell and towards the detention center.
September 6, 9:07 AM
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Maya arrived to the detention center fairly quickly, for someone who had ran all the way there. Her heartbeat thrummed through her ears, her heart felt as thought it would beat out of her chest. (I really regret running here now…) Sweat dripped down her face, and she used her sleeve to wipe it off her face. From where she stood she could already hear people talking, including Larry and Phoenix.
"It ain't fair Nick! I tell ya!" Larry yelled, loud as always. "First me, and now you! Who else is the law gonna fuck over huh?! Who's next, our MOMS?"
"Larry…" Phoenix said, shaking his head. 'I should be the one having a nervous breakdown, not you."
"I know….but dude! It's just not fair!"
Phoenix sighed.
Maya walked over to them, feeling a little restless when the two turned to her. "Uh, hi?" She piped up, waving at the two of them awkwardly. "Er, hello. Sorry I'm late."
Phoenix waved back at her, just as awkward.
"Maya, dude! Did you get my texts?" Maya nodded, prompting Larry to take hold of Maya by the shoulders and shake her violently. "You've gotta help him! You gotta get him outta here! Ya gotta defend him! Like you did with me!"
Phoenix shot Larry a disapproving look, crossing his arms over his chest. Larry took this a sign to let go of Maya, and he cheekily smiled at Maya while shrugging.
"Ahem, ignoring that…" Maya hesitated, thinking of what to say. "I'm gonna talk about lawyer stuff with Mr. Wright now Larry, and I'd prefer if we got some…privacy."
"Oh, yeah. That's cool!" Larry shot her a thumbs up. "You better defend his ass Maya, or else!"
(I wonder what he means by or else…) Maya wondered to herself, as she watched him walk out of detention center. She turned her attention to Phoenix. "Uh…"
They both sat in an uneasy silence, both of them unsure on how to start the conversation. The tension was borderline tangible, and could have been probably cut with a spoon if Maya had one. She opened her mouth to say something, but she quickly changed her mind and closed it. The silence made her unease, something about it triggered her anxiety. Maya was grateful when Phoenix had spoken up first.
"Sorry about Larry…" He began."He's um, you know. Him."
"Oh no, I get it." Maya said. "Uhh, so I wanna talk about some stuff-"
"Are you going to be my attorney?" Phoenix interrupted.
(…Am I? I'm not even sure if he did it or not, but some part of me knows he didn't do it…)
Maya took a deep breath, resting her elbows on the desk. "If you want me to, I will. It's not really up to me to decide."
"Oh…ok." Phoenix smiled sadly. "You don't have to force yourself if you don't want to. I understand."
"Eh? What do you mean? Why would I not want to?"
"It's just…When the detective had brought up the note, you looked at me like I had done it. Which I understand honestly. Someone who you don't know, claiming to be your sister's friend, having his name written in blood that she had written." Phoenix sighed, looking down at his hands dejectedly. "…To not suspect me would be, insane."'
"No!" Maya vehemently shook her head. "I never thought that. I promise."
"If you say so, but you're a rookie right? I don't want to stress you out, especially after…" Phoenix trailed off, Maya knew why. Just saying it made it more real.
"Yeah, but…." Maya bit her lip, gripping the desk harder. "I can't just sit around and do nothing! The sick bastard who killed my sister is still out there! I have to do something about it."
"I know…"
That unbearable quiet again, she hated it. Hated it with her very being.
Maya decided to break the silence by asking. "Um, can you tell me what happened? Before I came in that is. I know I'm still not your lawyer but I wanna know."
Phoenix nodded and attempted to compose himself. "Yesterday morning, Mia had called me in to keep some evidence for her. It was the clock Larry made, The Thinker. So we agreed on meeting this night. I came in the building and Mia! She was um, you know…"
"How could that be used as evidence?" Maya asked, confused.
"Hm, she said something about that… Actually, I think my phone recorded the call." Phoenix rubbed his chin. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure the conversation is on my phone."
"Really? That's great!" Maya said, ecstatic. She finally had at least one piece of evidence. "Let's hear it!"
Phoenix was about to reach in his pockets, but he stopped and groaned. "Wait, I just remembered the detective took my cellphone. Sorry."
"It's ok." Maya reassured. "I'll ask Detective Gumshoe next time I see him."
"Oh, ok then. Give it back to me when you're done investigating." Phoenix said.
"Right, I'll be sure to remember."
Phoenix seemed happy at that. Maya was glad she could brighten his spirits up a bit.
"So how did you meet Mia?" Maya asked, adding when Phoenix shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry, I'm not asking about when you were Mia's client. I just wanted to ask how you first met her."
"It's actually a little um, embarrassing I first met her because I was curious about some supernatural stuff, believe it or not."
"Wait, seriously?" Maya said, it sure did surprise her.
Phoenix nodded. "Yeah, seriously. I asked my mom about my family and she told me that we were a part of a channeling family, and her grandmother's father was a spirit medium. I asked a few friends of mine about it too. They told me to go to Mia, and we became friends."
(So he's part of a channeling family huh…)
"If you're a part of a channeling family, you can just channel her and we can ask her!" Maya exclaimed with a smile. Maybe this would be easier!
"Uh, about that." Phoenix's expression was one of disappointment, and Maya's hope deflated instantly "I don't know how this stuff works, so sorry if I butcher it. Basically, Mia explained that since my family hasn't been practicing our mediumship for decades the power in our blood has become dormant. That's the gist I got from it, at least."
Maya cursed under her breath.
"Wait, since you're a Fey…" Phoenix rubbed his chin in thought, the cogs in his mind turning, "Why don't you channel her?"
Maya sighed. She had thought about spirit channeling so little she forgot she even could. "Sorry, but I can't too. it's been years since I've even thought about spirit channelling. The Kurain Channelling Technique is hard, you can't just do it on a whim after years of not practicing it."
It was Phoenix's turn to be let down. He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. "Oh. That would have been too easy."
"Yeah." Maya sighed. "it would have."
Maya crossed her legs, resting her cheek on her hand and thinking. She took out her phone and wrote her notes in it, trying to mentally piece together the situation with the information she had now. Though she came up with nothing, with how little evidence she had there wasn't anything she could think of.
"Um, can I ask for a favor?" Phoenix spoke up suddenly.
"Eh?" Maya looked up from her phone. "What is it?"
Phoenix reached in his pockets, rummaging through it. He took out what looked like a card, handing it over to Maya. She took it, reading through the pastel orange card that she had in her hands. It was a business card, belonging to the Grossberg Law Offices.
(Grossberg! Why didn't I think of him?)
"It's an address to a lawyer, I knew him vaguely from when I was Mia's client. She told me that if I was ever in trouble, it'd be best to go to him if she wasn't able to defend me. Can you ask him to represent me?" Phoenix requested, simple enough.
Maya stared down at the business card, looking up at Phoenix and shrugging. "Sure, I don't see why not." She would have preferred being Phoenix's attorney, but she supposed he had a point. "I kinda knew him a bit too, he seemed nice."
"Thanks Maya. I appreciate it." Phoenix said.
"What if he refuses?" Maya asked, though she hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"I'll get a state appointed attorney, or so I've been told." Phoenix said. "I've got until 4:00 this afternoon to find someone to represent me."
(Alright then…I should go there right away.) Maya pocketed the business card and her phone in her bag, nodding. "Right. I'll get going now. I'll see you later."
September 6
Grossberg Law Offices
It had been a few years since Maya had been at Grossberg Law Offices. It had become such a distant memory that she hardly ever thought about it. She still remembered the days when Mia had worked in them, a much simpler time before the existence of Fey & Co. Law Offices. Sometimes Maya wondered what had compelled Mia to quit the law firm and start her own, but any time she ever mentioned it to her sister Mia had always dodged the question.
The soft lights, light orange walls, and dark wooden floorboards gave the offices an almost homely feel to it. A mahogany reception's desk greeted Maya as she walked in the building, a woman in her early forties seated by it and typing in the computer in front of her. Maya knew her vaguely from when Mia still worked there. She was Grossberg's secretary and had been working there for a while.
"Excuse me miss." Maya said as she approached the receptionist, a friendly tone in her voice. "Is Mr. Grossberg available right now?"
The woman looked up at her. "Mr. Grossberg? Why do you need to talk to him darling?"
"I'm an attorney at law, Maya Fey." Maya felt goofy saying it, feeling like a child trying to be taken seriously. "I wanted to talk to him about some stuff. Lawyer stuff you know?"
(Real smooth, me…)
"Oh! Your Mia's sister aren't you?" The woman smiled at Maya pleasantly. "I heard about what happened to Mia, my condolences. She was one of the best attorneys who ever worked here, sad to see her leave a few years back."
"Yeah, she uh opened her own law firm. I kinda used to run it with her." Maya coughed into her hand, a little embarrassed. "Anyway, back on topic. I need to talk to Mr. Grossberg please, if it's not inconvenient."
The woman gave Maya a sympathetic frown. "Sorry darling, but he's out right now. I don't know when he'll be back. I advise you to come back later when you can. You're free to look around, just don't touch anything."
"Oh uh, thank you miss. I appreciate it. I'll come back later when he's here."
Maya smiled at the woman one last time before she went to Grossberg's office. It was almost still how Maya remembered it, cozy and pricy. The desk and bookshelf was a beautiful shiny mahogany, though the books in the bookshelf looked unread. There was a potted plant next to the couch, She wasn't sure what kind of plant it was but she was sure it was the probably more expensive than her entire apartment. On the elegant ebony table was a gold plated lighter. (He sure has money to burn.) Maya snorted to herself at her little joke.
What caught Maya's eye was a painting hanging on the wall. It was a painting of a girl in a sunflower field, painted in oils. It looked expensive, and so did the frame it was on. The frame was made of the same wood the desk was, mahogany. The paint on the painting was so thick Maya was sure it would give her a stuffed nose. (I wonder what this painting smells like.) Maya leaned over and sniffed the painting She stepped back, coughing and covering her nose. She kind of regretted doing that.
(Well, there's nothing else to see here.) Maya walked out of the office, closing the door before her. (I guess I should go to the scene of the crime now.)