The insider
The cool morning air caresses Robin's face as she steps out of the cab, the damp grass crunching beneath her stilettos.
She adjusts the collar of her dark Armani pantsuit and scans the deserted park, her eyes narrowing. This is where her insider, her informant, if you will, has agreed to meet.
Robin perches on a wooden bench, crossing her legs as she gazes out at the still pond. "The early bird catches the worm," she mutters, her lips curling into a sardonic smile.
She doesn't have to wait long before someone sits down beside her, the person maintaining a careful distance.
She refuses to look directly at the person, keeping her gaze forward as she speaks. "Why did you want to meet with me? Have you found out everything I asked for?" she inquires, her voice low and measured.