Artfully touselled, bleached blonde hair bounced with each step in the Alpha Corp lobby. The receptionist clacked away at her keyboard, giving a small nod of recognition as the visitor passed by. When the elevator doors opened, well dressed business men poured out.
It was obvious to any observer that she was underdressed compared to most who came and went. Her crimson Carhartt button up blouse had sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her black leather shoulder holster stood out against the red, but a shiny bronze badge at her hip spared her any second glances.
Black tactical boots made surprisingly little noise on the polished stone floors as the petite detective strode towards Vincent Cain's office door with false confidence. She held a hand up, ready to knock, but took a moment to steel herself before knocking. Three sharp, loud raps echoed into the office space. Gray Winchester awaited her alpha's response.
Surprisingly enough, no sooner had she knocked, the door opened beneath he