She stood in the foyer of the building, as the receptionist tapped in her name. She wore a fitted suit with heels at least 7 inches high. Her hair was simply brushed and washed and she wore a minimal amount of makeup, except for the ruby red lipstick.
Similarly, Roger wore a dark blue fitting suit with a classic white shirt and silver tie. His hair was neatly combed to the side and he had some glasses on to look older. He went to grab Elle's hand for emotional support, hoping she would reciprocate. "I know virtually nothing about this. Please help me?" He pleased between mutters, as his eyes silently begged for help.
The first case had passed by without fail. Elle had been defense and had won without a doubt. The second case was about a man. He was accused of kidnapping the latest child. The two were currently sitting in Elle's office regarding the files.
She was torn. Should she reveal how she really wasn't that confident and, in all honesty, rather believed that she will lead them all to their death. Or keep that facade, that she was so good at, up. She, being nothing except stubborn, decided to go for the latter. "It's not really a how, it's just who I am. I have a goal in mind and a one track mind. My mind doesn't allow me to find distractions, like insecurities." She didn't know how to answer the question, or if what she said pleased him. It was one of those things she did without thinking about it.
He nodded out of compromise, although he couldn't quite grasp the concept of what she'd said. It seemed almost too easy and hard at the same time. Like it depended on everyone's way of interacting. Still, he thanked her with a grateful and charming smile and a courteous nod.
"Being confident is who I am, it's like asking how I walk. I know how to do it without thinking about it," she explained further before waving her hand, "and anyway, no one can be like me and I cannot be like anyone else."
She looked at him in amusement, "special?" She asked, " I suppose so," she replied. "Anyway," she said, emphasising the change of subject. Analysing her personality was not something she liked doing. "It says that he was hanging around the building for a few hours. A child disappeared from the building and footage showed him running away around the time the child was said to disappear."
He yawned, taking in the information, "What if someone framed him? As in, what if someone made him run while the child disappeared so that it'd look suspicious. Aye, wouldn't that be a smart move to do from their part?"
"You underestimate the cult if you believe the human's can overthrow them, we barely survived and we have some power," she snapped, "this is what Liam was having a go at all of you. You underestimate them. You overestimate the humans, too, as smart doesn't equate to power."