The Desmonds [Damianya]

-Mondays-

Mondays... the most dreaded day for any person. There are always so many things that could go wrong in any day if the week, but Mondays seem to triple the chances of something potentially going wrong.

Down the street, a woman with light caramel brown hair and vibrant green eyes, could be seen sprinting down the street.

"dammit! I am so late...."

She frantically burst through the door in hopes of making it on time.

"I am here! " she announced.

The receptionist gave her a look of resentment.

"you're late.... Mary" the receptionist snarled.

"I am sorry Viola..." Mary replied with a tone of defeat.

"whatever, just hurry up and get to work..."

That woman was seriously annoying. She was the kind of person to pretend to be the manfer when she was just any other employee. It seemed as if she believed she had authority over everyone in the building.

It was always a tough job for the newbie, but she handled everything that was thrown at her for the entire day. Extra work... mistreatment from coworkers... Trash talk.. Unsolicited advice....
It was apprent she was used to such hideous treatment as she was considered one of the newer worker and supposedly "single" although that was just a rumor that was spread by the trash excuse of a receptionist..
However, it was certainly good news that the "grown-ups" who were bullying her were just the acquaintances of Viola, meaning the rest of the people working there were all really nice.

The hours passed by and something came up which led to her needing to leave early.

Of course Viola had to stick her nose into Mary's business..

"leaving already? It's only noon..."

"I know it's just that something came up..."

"you know you always keep getting off of work so early.."

"well, this is only a side job, I have another main job that I attend from 1pm to 4pm (*a lie)" Mary replied as nice as she could...

"alright" Viola replied in a passive aggressive.

She chuckled softly and went to the lift which would take her away from the snake that seemed to have escaped the zoo...(at least that's what the poor woman thought).

She got in alone and when the doors closed, she scaned her work ID. It would certainly be peculiar for a lift to operate with a scan of a card, and for an elevator to skip the ground floor where she was supposed to get off. However, it makes more sense when it leads to a spy agency, a laier
in taking here wig of to let the bubble-gum hair flow down her back. Clipping in her iconic headpieces made her more reconizable. The daughter of the genius spy, Twighlite... and the heir to the position of the best spy in the West... Agent Sarlight.

Her code name isn't the only reconizable  one amongst aspiring spys. The name Nightmare was given to her at a younger... It was claimed by the genius spy for a few years until it had to be changed at 18 due to her identity being revealed.

Though she was the best in her work she was notorius for running away from the SSS every now and then. It was always a close call for both her and her the agents who worked with her over the years, which is why she works independently 97% of the time to prevent the lose of multiple spys at once.

"you're here Agent Starlight..." the handler greeted the depleted spy.

Anya calmly took a seat.

"I want to catch up on-"