Oba Kinnaku, a woman in her early thirties, sat in a large oval office with a smile on her relaxed face. She folded her arms, the grey duffle coat snugly massaging her peach blouse and breasts. Her short, crimped hair bedded her head as it pressed against the spine of the black chair, which seemed far too comfortable for one's own good. The thin, black pencil skirt cuddled against her thighs and gave a feminine charm, complimented by her shinobi high-heels of course. "After all this time..." She would said, biting down on her lower lip with a tear in her eye, dark hues scanning the mahogany office. She nodded her head, a few tears dribbling down from her lashes, thoughts turning back to the start of her journey; her brother and sister, of which she couldn't save. "I did it for you two." Kinnaku would loosen the canine against her bumptious lip, bowing her head to the invisible presence and smiling - although that was hard to see due to her hair masking any expression.
"I'll make sure to protect them as best as I can, you two." Oba would state her resolve, lifting her head and revealing a new expression that pasted across her olive toned skin: an expression that showed her utter delight at being promoted to the Sennin of the Medical branch mixed with the release of her pain.
Oba pressed her delicate-looking fingers against the brim of her oak desk, a dark wood, and allowed her throne-like chair to roll back a few feet. The space allowed the for the immaculately presented woman to exit her work space and walk from desk to the window, a fabulous idea, which was to install a large penthouse view from the Tower over the main hub of the Village. Arms unfolded were placed softly on her hips, as she undid her duffle coat and threw it against a leather sofa that rested beside an expansive bookshelf. "I'm the Medical Sennin, after all." She would allow her last tear, a symbol of, not sadness, but rather utter incomprehensible happiness - yes, she got happier.
"I'll make a difference to those around me, I promise."
Moving away from the view, walking half-backward, until she reached her desk and sat behind it with her hands tapping against the face. She was quite excited, as you could imagine. But wait, no, no, there was something that dawned on the woman to the point where her composure dropped and her head literally made contact with the desk. A loud thud echoed out from her office, which really wasn't helped due to the fact that the office was oval and it only bounced around the sound till it reached the corridor. "Paperwork..." Oba said with a twitch, but maybe that was due to the nerve damage from the head-decking. Oh, and an assistant!
She needed one of those... But where would she find a willing body to assist her? And yes, Oba did just change the subject from paperwork to something completely different so that she may escape the cascade of paper.