- Yesterday, 21:17
As soon as Elyse disappeared up the stairs, Campbell stood from where she sat perched at the kitchen island and made a beeline for the fireplace that was directly across from her in the open plan living area. Sat on the mantle were three individual picture frame. Two of them housed pictures of Elyse and Viktoria and the other housed a picture of what she assumed to be a young Elyse standing between her parents. The woman she assumed to be Elyse's mother looked very similar to the woman who had let her into the house not 30 minutes ago. The man on her left stood tall, and strong, the embodiment of power, and Campbell couldn't help but sneer at him. Jacob Nordstrom, American Ambassador to England, a man who had once told her she was less than the dirt beneath his shoe because she hadn't come from money from him and was a woman. He was dead now, she'd even attended his funeral out of some pitiful action of respect for the politician he was, but his words had always stuck with her. She had proven him wrong, but she'd never gained his respect.
Turning away, she moved around the room, taking in the small personal touches here and there. The open book on the coffee table, the scribbled designs on a plain notepad on the side table and the pair of maroon lace thongs peeking out from beneath the couch. She toed them with her leather boot, and then after grabbing a tissue from the floral box on the coffee table, she bent to pick the forgotten underwear up. She looked at them carefully with a detached gaze and then placed them neatly on the cushion.
Discarding the tissue into the garbage bin hidden beneath the sink, Campbell retook her set at the kitchen island and sipped at her coffee. It was a bit strong, but it was coffee and she'd certainly had worse. She was halfway done with it, having remained in her set for the rest of the time she was left alone, when Elyse finally emerged from the stairs in a sensibly paired skirt and blouse. For a woman engaging in a relationship with a designer, she certainly liked to play it safe.
Then there was the designer herself, Viktoria Klein who coming to stand next to Elyse was dressed in an olive jumpsuit that only she could pull off. Campbell owned a few items of clothing from her collection but the woman hadn't really been on her radar until recently. She'd done a lot of research on the brunette and had come to find her very interesting. Her relationship with a bureau agent was by far the most interesting thing about her, that and her pension for elicit drugs. The two definitely made quite the pair, and Campbell found herself feeling suddenly giddy.
"Ms. Klein," Campbell greeted as she stood from her set and made her way over to shake the German's hand. "I've heard a lot about you."