It was a scorching summer day in San Francisco, the ambient temperature was over 32° Celcius with a humidity of 70%. Despite more or less living in San Francisco and Texas for the better part of the last 20 years Eireen was still not used to the sheer heat, she was still much more accustomed to the cool sea breezes of western Ireland.
Eireen was sitting at her desk, it was a large stately desk made of Cherry Hardwood. It had grooves and notches indented on it, owing to its tenure as part of the O'Rielly family. The desk had been around since the days of the Easter rising in 1916 Eireen's ancestors used the desk to plan guerilla attacks against the British. She had a jug of ice cold sweet tea to the right of her console, beads of water had begun to drip from the jug not unlike sweat. Eireen was a fan of Irish cuisine but Texan food and drink was certainly better in the warm north American climate.
Eireen was sitting behind the desk, looking at paperwork and files. It was nothing out of the ordinary just reports from RnD she was CCed on along with other mails from across Starfleet Command. The amount of paperwork that came across Eireen's desk was sometimes maddening.
She picked up her glass of sweet tea as she typed away on her console. Just another day in the office.
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