Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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It was the evening, the night sky had already settled over Willow Bridge City, and Charlie Braun was still sitting at the office. He was scrambling, Emmett Armstrong, his boss, had an important case tomorrow, and he was finishing up the last of his paralegal duties to make sure everything that the older man needed was finished. This was not the sort of case that he could afford to slack off on and nothing was going to get in his way. Other than Emmett, the young man was certain that he was the last person sitting around, but that was fine, there wasn't much time to talk chit chat or anything else.
Truth be told, Charlie had found it to be a bit of relief. There was only so much idle chatter he could put up with outside of his social circle, and lately, it felt like everyone had been prying into his social life. The upcoming Gala was only going to make it worse - since the person he felt like inviting was sure to cause heads to turn. Not in a bad way, but in a curious way. At least it was good practice for dodging around stuff, not that Charlie really needed any of it.
Gods, he was so close to being done. Thank god too, his brown eyes were getting tired between computer screen and paper. And then, he heard a meow. Charlie ignored it, assuming it was coming from the cat café. But then, it came again, and it suddenly occurred to him that given the location of the café, that meow was too loud and too close, "Shit." He muttered to himself, breaking himself from work and getting up, taking a step outside of his small little space. Glancing around, there was no cat to be seen, yet he heard another meow. Walking around, Charlie still spotted nothing but finally decided to walk to the big man's office and knock on the door, "Emmett. I think there's a stowaway with us. Somewhere."
We'll never know our full potential unless we push ourselves to find it
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Emmett was just about to hit his head against the wall. The case he was working on was causing him to use the last of the brain power he had for the day. Renee had called him twice, wondering when he was coming home for dinner. He promised her he wouldn't be much longer - wanting to make sure he made that division between work and his home life.
He was currently typing away, his eyes blinking more than usual due to staring at a screen all day. Emmett knew that he and Charlie were the only ones left in the office - the rest of the staff had left at least an hour ago. He glanced at the clock and as if his paralegal knew he was bored, the young man entered his office. Emmett glanced up from the screen, listening to what the young man had to say.
"A stowaway? As in a person snuck into the firm? Or are we talking about an animal here?" He got up from his chair, prepared to start looking for this thing that Charlie had mentioned. "What did you hear and where do you think it is coming from?"
While his boss hardly seemed alarmed, he did pick quite the curious follow up question to Charlie's statement. An eyebrow arched, and the young man couldn't help but to laugh, "How many enemies do you have that the first conclusion is a human and not a cat from your wife's café?" Given Emmet Armstrong's work though, maybe it wasn't too far of a reach. Already, Charlie felt a little stupid for asking, before adding on, "I'm positive it's a cat because I heard meow-ing, but if it's a guy, between my muscle and your brain, we can take them." Although there was no doubt in his mind that his boss was equally fit or more fit than him.
Brown eyes watched his boss stand up now, and he secretly bet that Emmett was happy for any excuse to get away from his desk, "Well, the good news it sounded loud enough that it's physically outside of the walls or vents. Which office though, I am not sure. Probably around the paralegal hallway though, that's where I heard it." He gave it some thought before asking, "I don't really know any of the cats too well - but do you know of any of the escape artists and whether they are friendly?"
We'll never know our full potential unless we push ourselves to find it
