Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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"And where is Alec? Why isn't he here too?"
"I'm right here."
The commissioner looked past Genevieve to watch Alec stalk in, but she didn't make an effort to glance behind her. Her mind was caught up in a bold doubt, and she couldn't even feel a presence settle beside her.
"Good evenin-" "Cut the crap, Chief."
That managed to snap her out of her trance. She side eyed Alec with a questioning look, but chose to stay silent. Granted, that they both held a certain level of dislike towards the commissioner, Genevieve felt that it wasn't necessary to display the aversion.
Alec on the other hand, looked less than friendly. His irritation wasn't clearly evident on his unreadable face, but it managed to leak into his voice. He had heard almost the entire exchange between Genevieve and the chief, and when he couldn't control his annoyance towards him, he barged into the conversation.
"What's with the stalling? I'm sure her explanation was more than enough."
Genevieve's eyes widened and she snapped her head towards Alec to look at him. The Alec in question was completely unfazed by her stare of bewilderment. His eyes were set on the chief in a challenging way, and it was almost as if he was questioning his authority with just a look.
"I think it's time you stopped lazing around and got some work done." Alec tilted his head to side ever so slightly while he continued to watch a simmering commissioner.
"That is enough!" The chief had reached his breaking point. He slammed a palm on the desk before shooting up from his seat. Genevieve could have sworn a corner of Alec's mouth quirked up at that.
"No matter how... skilled you are, I am your superior, and you will talk to me that way. I shall tell you what to do, not the other way around." He snapped, and his pasty complexion turned red with fury. The commissioner looked like a cartoon character to both of them, and the only thing missing in his enraged demeanor was smoke exiting his ears.
"What are you doing?" Genevieve hissed after taking a half step in Alec's direction, to which he responded with an indistinct smirk but never removed his eyes off of the old man. He didn't verbally reply either. Instead, he took long strides towards the commissioner before stopping right in front of his desk. His hands stuffed themselves into the pockets of his slacks, and he took a second to eye the furious man in front of him.
"I'm entirely certain that you wouldn't want the government's cash flow to be disrupted, after all, that's where you get your paycheck from." He began casually, which infuriated the chief further. But he didn't say anything, because he knew Alec was right.
"So, if you don't want to be pegged as a commissioner who couldn't do his job, I suggest you start making some calls."
