Characters Jack, Grell, NPC mayor and home secretary Rating R, for violence Summary Jack's mysterious plan is set into action. Location Branch of GeneCo. Date/Time October 5th Status in progress
Eliza (the home secretary)repo_victimsFebruary 8 2010, 03:17:39 UTC
Eliza was sitting at her desk, working through the paperwork that had made its way to her office. It was only about halfway through the day, but already there was plenty to be done--and plenty that had been done. She didn't get to the position she was in by sitting back and wasting her time, after all.
The knock at the door brought Eliza's focus to the time. A few minutes past noon; this Funtom person was late. Or perhaps her own clock was a bit fast, but that was still no excuse. Her time was too valuable to be wasted by being made to wait.
Stacking the papers carefully to one side of her desk and adjusting the position of her tea cup, Eliza called out to the door, "Come in, the door's unlocked."
It was a handsome, dark haired man that came into the room carrying a notebook. He wore a scarf and black gloves, it was a bit brisk out, after all. "Pleased to meet you," he said smoothly. "And thank you for agreeing to be interviewed."
Eliza briefly considered standing up to greet him. She quickly decided against it; to be perfectly honest, interviews weren't her thing, and the sooner this affair could be wrapped up the better. If that meant cutting corners on formalities for the sake of brevity, so be it. "Scipio Funtom, was it? Yes, a pleasure." Her tone suggested otherwise. "If it's no trouble, Mr. Funtom, I would like to get this started as soon as you're ready. I'm a very busy woman, and I have other appointments this afternoon that I must prepare for."
"Of course, Madam Secretary." He sat, a light smile on his features, flipping open the notebook. "What would you say is the current state of affairs in the city? Just an overview."
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The knock at the door brought Eliza's focus to the time. A few minutes past noon; this Funtom person was late. Or perhaps her own clock was a bit fast, but that was still no excuse. Her time was too valuable to be wasted by being made to wait.
Stacking the papers carefully to one side of her desk and adjusting the position of her tea cup, Eliza called out to the door, "Come in, the door's unlocked."
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