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Eleanor Marie Garcia
Eleanor Marie Garcia woke with her alarm, as per usual. She rolled over to slide the 'off' icon to the centre of her phone, as per usual. She then rolled back into her spot, facing up at the ceiling to stretch out her arms and legs, as per usual.
What was not usual was the body that laid in bed beside her.
The young woman turned her head to look at the naked figure that was sprawled out on the other side of the bed, eyebrow raising as she propped herself up onto her elbows. She was surprised he had stayed over, considering they both had a rule about that sort of thing. Fuck Buddies 101, never sleep over. Snorting softly, she pushed herself out of bed without a care for modesty to grab her towel from where it hung on the back of her bedroom door. With a yawn, she wrapped it around herself, casting a final look to the man in her bed before slipping out of her bedroom to head down the hall for a shower.
It wasn't long before Eleanor was leaving a note for the man in her bed to help himself to a shower and breakfast foods, along with a spare key for him to lock her apartment door with before slipping it into the letterbox downstairs. She would have to ask him what compelled him to stay the night, since it was always him that pressed their 'no sleeping over' rule and repeated it over and over again.
Stifling a yawn, Eleanor made her way to the underground car park to get into her vehicle, starting it, and heading off to work.
It was a big day for Eleanor, and probably one she shouldn't have had a FWB stay the night. She should have been preparing, looking over old case files and Academy study texts, but she was nervous, and had basically been revising all weekend ready for when Monday morning came around.
She had a new assignment. Therefore a new team. Not to mention she had been told she would be the only new addition to the team she had been assigned to. It was a case that had been under investigation for months; a spot had opened up and, according to her superior, she had proven herself in The Academy and with her previous workload. This would be her next real test, and this time there would be no room for error.
A trafficking ring, she had learned. Nasty business. It had made her stomach turn, reading the case files, and all she could imagine was if any of those involved were her sisters, being treated that way. That thought had her blood then boiling, causing her to lose that nausea and gain a fire of determination.
She was to report to her new team leader on Monday morning, so as she placed the lanyard around her neck with one hand - the other holding a secure, closed handbag with all she needed inside - Eleanor strode down the corridor towards her new office... at least for now. It was a secret relief to see that others in the office were also dressed similarly to she: casual business attire. That had been another thing she worried about, whether or not she would be dressed too casually or too smart. She needed to make a good first impression, she was determined to do so.
Her own outfit consisted of black cigarette trousers, a white blouse which was underneath a grey jumper with the collar pulled out, and a splash of colour with red heels. Her hair was tied back, at least for today, and make-up as it always was - neutral and natural.
Eventually Eleanor reached the office she had been told to report to, leaving her to clear her throat softly and straighten her shoulders. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but the young woman stepped up to the door to knock carefully against it. Once summoned in, she opened the door to stick her head in, "Agent Haner? I'm Eleanor Garcia, I believe I've been assigned to your case--"