The scowling of the man behind her bringing a deadly smile to her face.

"I hate that man," he hissed.

She turned a full turn to face him.

"I thought it was Tig."

He growled again.

"That was last week."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Shawle deny a raise."

His scowl deepened.

She stared at him with disappointment.

"Get over it Mitchel," she hissed.

He swallowed hard.

She started off, letting her emotions play on her face for a brief moment.

She passed several desks.

"AMY!"

Stopping in her tracks, and letting the mask come back, she turned around in her usual manner toward he who had called her.

"What Jack?" she asked, walking toward him at a moderate pace.

The thin man, in his early twenties, paled at her facial expression. The pupils in his ice blue eyes became the size of pins behind his thin-rimmed glasses. His ruffled black hair was matted down with sweat, and his tie from his suit had been undone.

She winced visibly, for those eyes brought back memories. Memories that only brought pain.

"I, uh, well, um..."

His voice held that of youth.

"Yes," she encouraged in her usual monotone.

His stuttering was starting to agitate her.

"I, I got those security discs you asked for."

He was smiling sheepishly.

"Thanks," was her dull voice.

He turned around to his desk, crouching down and digging through a drawer.

It was then she spotted an unfortunately familiar face on the cover of a magazine that was on top of the numerous mountains of papers on the surface of his desk.

Her jaw tightened.

Jack stood up with two reflective discs in his hand, grinning madly.

It dropped though, when he noticed the beauty's attention occupied by something else. He followed her gaze to his side and saw his magazine.

"Oh, yeah, bought this from the stands this morning. That Briefs is pretty popular."

She didn't look up.

"Uh, you can have it if you want."

Having heard these words, and using movements faster than that of normal, she had grabbed the piece of literature from his desk, and was now several feet from his place. Walking toward the exit of the POC.

"HEY AMES, you forgot your..."

It was no use, she was already gone.