After a long moment of hesitation, Elara finally stood up from the bed and walked toward the door with Ziva.
The moment she opened it, her eyes caught sight of the middle aged woman standing there patiently with a composed expression. She looked like she had just stepped out of a high fashion editorial.
She wore a glossy black tailored suit with silver trim along the cuffs. A long coat rested casually over her shoulders instead of being worn properly. Dark tinted glasses framed her face. She had on thin leather gloves, dark lipstick, and sharp pointed heels. Silver ear cuffs decorated her ears while her long sleek hair was tied low behind her neck.
Standing behind her was a much younger woman carrying several bags and folders.
Elara's eyes narrowed in confusion as she stared at them.
The woman slowly raised her head to meet her gaze. Then she removed her glasses and handed them to the lady behind her.
