Dutemps Building, Château de Martel
Early Afternoon, Around Lunchtime
Eve leaned back in her office chair and sighed, rubbing her eyes and fighting off an encroaching headache. She needed something to eat, and to see the other ladies of the Castle. She gave herself a gentle mental chiding, reflecting that it was so typical of her to jump straight into to tackling the pile of paperwork tied to the company, the tower and the city projects she had instead of taking some time to reconnect with her friends.
"Yeah," she said out loud, padding off toward the kitchen, "Food."