Mar 12, 2024 11:22:43 GMT
March 2024 • outfit • EMMETT GRAEME ARMSTRONG
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."
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