The tall blonde walked into the room her bright red heels clicking against the tiled floor as she moved. Her golden hair was pulled tightly into a bun behind her head and she strode across the room with confidence, ignoring the secretary who suddenly noticed her as she walked past.

'Mam, can I help you?' the secretary asked trying to catch up with the blonde but she had already gotten into the metallic lift and the doors had closed. The blonde breathed a sigh and relaxed slightly as the door closed and the world was blocked out, the world could no longer see her. She leaned against the wall and listened to the whirring of mechanics and felt the vibration of the lift as it rose. Her shining, green eyes watched the little glowing numbers as they rose, 4...5...6...7...8...9...She striated as the lift began to slow and stop and she pulled at her black suit. Nervousness started to set into her body and her hands started to shake like uncertainty, was she wrong? No. She wouldn't let herself think that, she had come too far to back out now. The doors opened to reveal the grand room behind. It was vastly decorated with leather and polished wood. Slowly she stepped into the room and started to walk towards the large wooden table. Her fingers traced over some loose sheets of paper and her eyes carefully recorded the words into her mind. After imprinting the data into her memory she piled the sheets of paper up neatly. She pulled a small box from her pockets, Opened it, Pulled out a match, Struck it and dropped it onto the pile. For a moment she watched as the orange flames started to flicker and spread across the papers but soon she walked back to the lift, ignoring the flames which began to spread around the whole room.