[Locked to kits_hiwatari's pups]

[tomatatas]

[It's one of the busiest weeks if the year, where meeting after meeting crashes down upon on Romana. Ones with her governments, ones with other nations, and then the ones with the mafia, the Italian woman determined to keep a strict eye one them, even if it meant having to associate with them. It was better than ignoring them, not that should could ignore some of them. New recruits still with romantic ideas about the family, acting with out thinking and causing trouble. They threatened to destroy the careful balance Romana worked to achieve, and the only way to deal with them had been to show the idioti that she wasn't some silly damsel who was only around to take notes, show them just exactly what she was capable of.

In her small study Romana sighs, brushing the loose strands of hair falling out of her previously neat bun back as she looks over the piles of paperwork she faces. Still in her suit, though her heels have been kicked off, she's hard at work, one hand supporting her chin as she re-reads the line of article for the umptempth time, forcing herself to focus and not give into boredom and frustration. There's work to be done, no matter how many other things she can think of that she'd rather be doing.]