"As far as I can tell, my primary offense seems to be standing in your vicinity," Emma said archly, because literally this entire situation was his fault and she was getting a little pissed off about it. If he would just stop being nearby when she was trying to go about her business--both the other night and this morning--she would be a much happier, more obscure person.
She fixed Miss Maxillion with a much more pleasant look. "Alright, well, I suppose it would be ridiculous to say no to a free PR agent. Maybe you can help me manage my tweets," she added jokingly. She didn't actually even tweet. Who did? She had nothing to say to the internet at large, anyway.
Unfortunately for her, she would have no chance to get the fuck away from the apparently cursed Agent Bell, because this goddamn coffee shop was a really happening place. In walked another goddamn general. It took her a moment longer to identify him--it was difficult when there were so many bland white men in command--but she was fairly certain this was Brigadier General Hart. He looked just as irritated as the first General to show up and glare at her.
God fucking damnit.
At least this one didn't know her by sight.
She looked confused, for a moment, then glanced down at her badge, which was still flipped around. "Oh!" she exclaimed, then quickly flipped it back, as if it had been an innocent mistake. Things got flipped around when you walked. It was on a lanyard. Things happened. Not that any of them would believe this perfectly reasonable explanation, because no one seemed to believe any lies told within a 20 foot radius of Renton Bell.
She did wish they'd stop all glaring at her like she was the oddity, though. She was literally just standing here. She hadn't asked for this shit. She'd only been here for six months.
She was content to stay quiet during the rest of the interaction. The point of a PR agent was to talk to scary people for her, yes? If she was going to be saddled with one, might as well make use of it. "Under the radar" was a ship that had sailed pretty thoroughly at this point. Ugh. Ugh.
She did note the way her new agent reacted to the Brigadier General, though. It was, uh... not good! Not good. She looked at him like an enthusiastic puppy and then a rebuffed cat--not to be racist--in turn. Her eyes flicked between the two of them as they interacted, mildly unimpressed. Aaaand she even gave him her cake pop. Mmhmm. Right. Great. Just. Great.
So she was saddled with a PR agent that was either fucking an angry Brigadier General or really wanted to be. And an agent who was apparently so suspicious that everyone in the building convened on him when a major break-in occurred, who had made her guilty by association.
She took a longer drink from her coffee, vaguely wishing it was both stronger and possibly alcoholic.
She fixed Miss Maxillion with a much more pleasant look. "Alright, well, I suppose it would be ridiculous to say no to a free PR agent. Maybe you can help me manage my tweets," she added jokingly. She didn't actually even tweet. Who did? She had nothing to say to the internet at large, anyway.
Unfortunately for her, she would have no chance to get the fuck away from the apparently cursed Agent Bell, because this goddamn coffee shop was a really happening place. In walked another goddamn general. It took her a moment longer to identify him--it was difficult when there were so many bland white men in command--but she was fairly certain this was Brigadier General Hart. He looked just as irritated as the first General to show up and glare at her.
God fucking damnit.
At least this one didn't know her by sight.
She looked confused, for a moment, then glanced down at her badge, which was still flipped around. "Oh!" she exclaimed, then quickly flipped it back, as if it had been an innocent mistake. Things got flipped around when you walked. It was on a lanyard. Things happened. Not that any of them would believe this perfectly reasonable explanation, because no one seemed to believe any lies told within a 20 foot radius of Renton Bell.
She did wish they'd stop all glaring at her like she was the oddity, though. She was literally just standing here. She hadn't asked for this shit. She'd only been here for six months.
She was content to stay quiet during the rest of the interaction. The point of a PR agent was to talk to scary people for her, yes? If she was going to be saddled with one, might as well make use of it. "Under the radar" was a ship that had sailed pretty thoroughly at this point. Ugh. Ugh.
She did note the way her new agent reacted to the Brigadier General, though. It was, uh... not good! Not good. She looked at him like an enthusiastic puppy and then a rebuffed cat--not to be racist--in turn. Her eyes flicked between the two of them as they interacted, mildly unimpressed. Aaaand she even gave him her cake pop. Mmhmm. Right. Great. Just. Great.
So she was saddled with a PR agent that was either fucking an angry Brigadier General or really wanted to be. And an agent who was apparently so suspicious that everyone in the building convened on him when a major break-in occurred, who had made her guilty by association.
She took a longer drink from her coffee, vaguely wishing it was both stronger and possibly alcoholic.
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Security Breach [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 05-13-2017, 04:50 PM
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RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by saronym - 05-23-2017, 09:33 PM
RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by megs - 05-24-2017, 12:49 PM
RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 05-24-2017, 02:03 PM
RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by saronym - 05-27-2017, 06:46 PM
RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by megs - 05-29-2017, 02:38 PM
RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 05-30-2017, 09:09 PM
RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by saronym - 06-01-2017, 07:04 PM
RE: Security Breach [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 06-04-2017, 09:24 AM
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