'All the talking turned to screaming
that I couldn't help.'
In which Grace Corbyn joins Lockwood and Co
after a mishap at her old agency, completely oblivious
to the lurking dangers that await in her near future.
Or
In which two damaged souls reali...
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CHAPTER TWO; enter, lucy carlyle.
Errands. Lockwood had sent Grace out on errands. It seems he was almost certain that he'd find a new agent to join them after conducting all of today's interviews. Grace and George had a bet otherwise, they would all be bolters, or liars. She wanted to be there to see if they were right.
Instead Grace was out to grab more groceries, especially tea and biscuits. Hauling bags back to 35 Portland Row. Normally, she wouldn't mind, but why must she go out and do chores while George gets to help interview all the potential new employees. It hardly seems fair. George may have known Anthony longer yes, and helped him set up his agency yes... but Grace went on more jobs with Lockwood, more jobs full stop. She knew what they needed, what they didn't need. She had been with Lockwood and Co for three months, and it had only been opened just before that.
She supposes it would save her from listening to a whole lot of bullshit though. The grocery bags had started to get heavy as Grace walked the final stretch to the door. From outside she could hear talking, it appears they were still running interviews. She thought they would've been done by now.
Placing the bags on the ground, she opens the door before picking them back up again. The door closes behind her with a thump after she knocks it with her foot. Grace makes a beeline for the kitchen, dumping the bags and proceeding to roll her shoulders to try and ease her discomfort. With sluggish movements, she makes her way towards the voices.
A girl stood glaring at George, she appeared to be maybe a year younger than Grace and the others.
'Step over here and I will show you just how feisty I am,' the girl spits.
'Maybe I will,' George responds. This whole situation is awfully similar to Grace's own interview.
'I don't see you moving.'
'This is a deep armchair,' George sasses, leaving Grace to shake her head. 'Takes a while to get up.'
'I'll wait,' the girl pulls a biscuit from her pocket, taking a bite while continuing to glare.
'Let me guess,' Grace sighs, finally making her arrival known. 'They pulled out George's toothbrush cup?'
'How did you know?' The girl asks.
'They did the same to me, and I had a similar reaction,' Grace chuckles. 'Now judging by George's rudeness, and Lockwood's somewhat surprised face. I'd say you passed the tests.'
'With flying colours, just like someone else I know,' Lockwood smiles at her.
'Just tell her about the biscuit rule,' George rolls his eyes and walks out the door.
