The office of the director of the house is upstairs. It can be reached via elevator or stairs, and is where to come with special enquiries. Appointments to see the director are necessary as she is a busy woman.

::Jasmine grins at her name on the door and opens it, peeking inside. Her mouth opens with pleasure and she gasps, taking a step inside.::

"Wow..."

::It's a large room, beautifully decorated with amazing old furniture to give it a really authentic scholarly feel. She loves it. It's so... aged. Closing the door, Jasmine buzzes with excitement and walks around before going to sit at the desk. She looks at the top-of-the-range PC with its large flat moniter and sits at it, clicking away at the keyboard like the professional she is. Wait. She goes into her bag and pulls out a glasses case. She opens it and puts the glasses on. Now she looks smart as well as sharp. She starts drumming the keyboard again, having a jolly old time.::

::Jasmine puts the glasses away and sits there grinning stupidly for a while.::

(Heeee.)

::She looks through all of the drawers of the desk, but they're empty. There's cupboards along one wall, some with sliding doors that will be perfect for keeping decanters of alcohol and some nice crystal glasses for the clients that'll be making her big bucks. It's a great office.::

(Gotta make sure Prue gets a nice one, too.)

::Smiling, Jasmine phones her father to let him know the progress of the building and then leaves to go home.::

::Jasmine walks into her office and wonders why the heck she doesn't spend more time here. Oh yeah, it's boring. She sighs and chuckles to herself. Office jobs are so not her bag. She walks to the window and opens it, thinking about soaring birds of pray flying towards it.::

(Get a grip, dill.)

::Smiling to herself, she just stands at the window and gazes outside, daydreaming.::

::Jasmine scratches her ear.::

"Why're you all talking about me?"

::She frowns, then finds herself tired of smelling leather. She skips off and catches a ride back to the school.::

::Jasmine opens the door and allows Sera inside.::

"My abode."

(Or not.)

"Wow."

::Well, that's Sera impressed. She stares around at the amazing office with all of its old furniture and new technology and other pretty, shiny stuff, before her gaze lands back on Jasmine. She offers the blond a faint smile.::

"If you suited an office job, then I doubt I would ever see you, what with this place being so nice."

"Hey, I fit this like a glove."

::Jasmine sits down in her huge comfy chair to prove it. Then starts spinning around.::

::Sera shakes her head and sits down opposite Jasmine, on the other side of the desk. She eyes it, tempted to put her feet up, but it's so nice...::

"Well, you fit the short skirts and cleavage-bearing blouses, if that counts..."

::Jasmine actually blushes.::

::Sera chuckles and gives Jasmine a bit of a flirty smirk. It's kind, though; she really does believe that the blond is the most beautiful woman in the world. Including Andrea.::

"Ms. Jasmine Mulvey, hot-as-hell businesswoman extraordinaire."

"All right, all right."

::Jasmine's tone tells Sera to calm down with the come-ons, but not in a nasty way. She gets up and walks to the window gazing out of its height from the ground to the fantastic view of... the other side of the street. Restless already, she walks back to the desk and presses a button on her phone.::

"Hi."

"Good morning, Ms. Mulvey. How can I help?"

::Jasmine lets go of the button, grinning.::

"Okay. She's just in the next room, hey? I can actually hear her thinking 'oh my god, she's here!'"

::She presses down again.::

"Hi, Stephie. I have a client-"

::Winks for Sera.::

"-in here, I was wondering if we could get some coffee?"

"Certainly."

::Jasmine sits down, looking pleased with herself. She's totally showing off. Look at her amazing office, and her personal assistant, and her fish tank! Thankfully, somebody else feeds the poor little buggers, or they'd all be dead.::

A red light blinks on the phone, indicating Jasmine has an incoming call.

::It takes Jasmine a moment to notice this, but when she does, she shakes her head.::

"This is why I never come here."

::She presses a white button.::

"Hey, Kirsty."

"Ms. Mulvey, I have a Mr. Paz downstairs. He says he has a painting he'd like to talk to you about?"

(He made up an excuse? That's not even my job!)

"Ohh, yeah, yeah! Send him up!"

::She presses the button again to hang up and shrugs at Sera.::

::Paz knocks once on the door before swinging it open. He smiles at the two girls, then huff and puffs as he hefts the painting inside. He so wasn't making an excuse.::

"Hey ladies, how you doing?"

"Wow. There's actually a painting."

::Jasmine gets up to help Paz carry it in, then closes the door.::

"I thought you were just saying that so you could come upstairs."

"How dare you accuse me of lying so fragrantly!"

::Paz smiles cheekily at Jasmine.::

"Yeah, sorry. Thought maybe you could help me out with it. Basil, the landlord called me. I had this delivered to me yesterday. I have no clue who it's from, where it's from, or even what it's about."

::He props the painting against Jasmine's desk so that they can all see.::

"It's weird. Wondering if you could use your awesome psychic skills or amazing auctioneer skills to find anything out. Cause I'm clueless."

"Um."

::Jasmine frowns at the painting.::

"Oh yeah, it's deffo from the... onteenth... century... painted by a... goat slave..."

"Yeah, but like really..."

::Paz raises an eyebrow at Jasmine.::

"I want to know what it is! Touch it! Feel things and stuff!"

"All right, keep your hair on."

::Jasmine shakes her head good-naturedly and then puts her hand on top of the ornate picture frame.::

"Crikey, is this real gold!?"

"I dunno, is it?"

(Maybe I can make some money...)

"Can you tell who sent it to me, and why?"

::Sera frowns slightly and stands, then moves closer to the painting, folding her arms across her chest. She rests her eyes on the work of art; it's certainly intriguing. She looks at Paz, the beginnings of a faint smirk on her lips.::

"Maybe you have a secret admirer that's an art freak?"

(Definitely not Aidan, that's for sure.)

"Could be."

::Jasmine kneels in front of it and puts her hands - gently - against the canvas. She's silent for a while, then sighs and sits back.::

"I'm not getting anything."

::She stands now.::

"Uhh, look, why don't you leave it with me, and I'll get someone who actually knows their stuff to look at it? And we can get Azza to do it later."

(Even though I should totally be able to do this.)

::Jasmine's always been good at working with her hands. At everything. When she was a self-taught psychic druid, she operated best when she could touch things. But this is just... strange, actually. She should be able to learn at least something about the freaky painting... but no.::

"It's cool, though. Kinda... angry."

::There's a knock at the door, then Jasmine's personal assistant Stephanie walks in carrying a tray with filter coffee, and biscuits and two cups and saucers.::

"Oh, sorry - shall I get another cup?"

"No, it's all right. He can have mine. Cheers, Stephie. That's awesome."

::Jasmine takes the tray and puts it down, then walks her assistant to the door. She spends a moment speaking quietly to the woman, inquiring generally about her well-being and home life and so forth, then steps back.::

"Thanks again. Catch you in a bit, hey?"

::She winks at the girl and closes the door, turning around.::

::Sera offers Jasmine a small smile before turning her attention back to the painting. She tilts her head slightly to the side in wonder, her lips pursed.::

(Odd. Who would just send him a painting?)

::Jasmine pours coffee.::

"So what do you think, Paz?"

"I dunno. I can't think where it would come from. Seriously. No clue."

::Paz shrugs, looking a little hopeless.::

[He definitely doesn't want to leave it here, though. If he goes, so does it.]

"Well, I can have someone look at it in a few hours. We'll do that, hey?"

::Andrea so needs to see Jasmine ASAP!::

"Oh... Andrea wants me. She says it's urgent..."

::Jasmine replies that she'll be there as soon as she can.::

"Did you have anything else to do here?""

::Sera puts her hands in her pockets, her right feeling the cold metal of her keys that are shoved in there. She takes one last look at the painting before focusing her gaze on Jasmine.::

The phone starts ringing. From the tone, the call is internal.