Apphia
The director is a tall man in his mid-forties. On his right is another young version of himself, his son. My gaze is set on Avril James. She is a well-groomed woman with chin-length brown hair. She is dressed in a black pantsuit, and her white blouse under her jacket is undone to show a little cleavage. She runs an eye coldly over me__ yet intrigued. My appearance takes some people back, even though they don't always show it: white hair, mismatched eyes, and a thin silver scar from my eyebrow to my upper cheek.
The director bows his head and extends his hand for me to shake., "Luna, my name is Charn Bass. I'm the director of the CFO, and these are my assistants. It's very nice to have you here," he beams. I shake his hand, and then the younger man does, too. Avril's mouth twists
