₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬
❝ YOU'VE GOT A STRONG STOMACH. IT MUST HAVE BEEN HARD TO SEE THAT, ESPECIALLY WITH YOU KNOW...
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"YES, I UNDERSTAND. SOMEONE FROM THE FORCE SHOULD BE WITH YOU SHORTLY."
Sofia places the phone down abruptly and sighs. The RPD as a whole had been hectic as of these past few days, she couldn't even imagine what it was like for the poor officers who have to go and deal with these bizarre calls. It was about to be time for the night shift, so it was even more confusing as to why there was so many people in a panic at such an hour. She knew there was something bad going on since all of the calls were mostly about the same thing, although she didn't quite know what and nobody would tell her.
Sofia couldn't even get any of her paperwork done without someone walking in or the phone ringing. As she sat silently staring at the door, no one walked in. She looked down at the phone, no ringing. She didn't even want to get on with her work anymore, because if someone interrupts her again she might just lose her temper.
A few minutes had passed now and no one had arrived. Sofia took a deep breath, picking up her pen and begins to fill out forms again.
"Sofia." A voice in front of her desk makes her jump, she slowly tilts her head up to look at his face. It was Raymond, the deputy chief of the RPD.
"Ugh, what?" She snaps at the man, throwing her pen back down onto the desk. He scoffs at her, seemingly stressed.
"What would your dad say if I told him you were giving me this attitude?" He leans his elbow on the desk as he lectures her.
"I'm 18. He's not responsible for what I do anymore." She looks back down at her paper picking up her pen and continuing her work nonchalantly. He sighs and folds his arms over his chest as he looks down at the girl.
"We're understaffed, Sofie." She groans dramatically, face planting into the table as he calls her by her nickname.
"Tell someone who cares." She scowls as she looks up at him. "I'm not working a double shift again."
"We need you, there are too many officers leaving the station to also run the desk."
"You're still here." She says in a snarky tone.
"I'm about to leave to check out an incident."
"Why can't that 'Leon' guy do it?" Sofia hints as she narrows her eyes. "In fact, if you let me know where in the station he is, I can let him know..." She says slightly arising from her desk. The truth is, she really wanted to meet him since he was close to her in age, and practically everyone else she worked with were in there late 30's or 40's plus.
