She was a day early. Drake wasn't expecting her for another day, but she had hitched the earliest ride she could find from Junon, written her report as soon as she arrived home, and woke up early enough the next morning to file into the office along with the other Shinra employees. She brushed off the occasional glance or the obvious stare, accustomed to such things wherever she went with a suit and tie. She was short, looked a little too young for her age and certainly too young to be a Shinra employee. But she did have an ID and from the way she walked--purposeful strides--no one had dared voice their questions or doubts. The elevator was silent as it made its way up the floors, salarymen and women in their clean business suits and leather briefcases still not fully awake, standing stiffly and only shifting a little to let somebody behind them pass. Most of them managed to avoid jostling Ilea, who looked like she would not take kindly to being bumped into. Almost everyone was gone by the fourtieth floor, and by the time the chime sounded for the 66th floor, Ilea was all alone.
She waited as the white doors to the elevator slid smoothly open, her eyes doing a quick sweep of the area around her. She sensed nothing unusual and stepped out. There was nobody in the office save for Drake, his office door was swung wide open which meant that he was probably expecting her. She threaded her way through the desks, not stopping for coffee or even to take off her suit jacket. She knocked shortly on the door as she walked through it, the sound a loud staccato amidst the silence of the empty office. The rest seemed to be on one assignment or another, and she guessed she'd be out of the building before nightfall, already briefed on another operation.
She dropped her report on Drake's desk. "Ilea Averon reporting for duty, sir."