"Jacqueline! Jacqueline!!!" The coarse voice of Jack Corvid bellowed out from inside his office. Smaller creatures skittered out in fear from the dark room.
"Coming!!" A lighter, feminine voice called out. Bounding down the hall towards came a short girl in her early twenties, stark black hair bouncing off her shoulders. Boldly pushing the door open to the room she made her way in. "Yes dad?" She peered across the room, it was dark and cluttered. You could hardly tell it was midday outside. Sighing she walked past the piled desk where the imposing figure sat and pulled open the curtains. Light poured in, blinding the other figure, who recoiled at the sudden change in the room.
"Damn it Jacky, it was a long night." he sighed, reflecting on the job he had overseen go through. Another shipment cleared and delivered.
“You need to be taking it easier, and you know it!” the small woman berated her father. His graying hair and sagging features gave away at his age. He was no longer a young chick, bright in feathers.
“I know. And that's why I have you, my chicky girl.” His eyes glittered at his daughter, despite the difficulties of raising her himself, she was the best part of his life. “You have to be ready to take The Flock when I can't anymore. You're the next Corvid in line and you need to start acting like it. Speaking of, I want you to take this contract out to the assassin, we can't keep passing these up.” He frowned as he pushed his glasses up his sharp nose. The folded and sealed paper was quickly snatched up with a gleeful cackle.
“Oh you mean down to that fine piece of lycan? I wouldn't mind getting to know how she works a bit closer, if you catch my drift.” her eyebrows wiggled at her own words.
“Stop that! I am your father! And I am the Don of this family! You will quit trying to play grab-ass with the other Flock members.” Jack shouted, calming as he spoke. “Now get going. I'm gonna try to smooth some things over.” He finished, rubbing his temples, speaking to a now empty room.