𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 !
✧.*· ࿐ ˊˎ- kamala
❝ no, you shouldn't have to worry
love's no problem in my hands ❞
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MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT WHEN SHE SAID LONDON WAS A GHOST HUB. It had barely been ten hours since I'd come to 35 Portland Row and Lucy Carlyle (the new girl) and Anthony Lockwood (my new boss) had already left for a mission. George would be joining them later, insisting on doing proper research before diving headstrong towards a case unprepared (Anthony didn't share the same sentiment: he believed it was a straightforward Type 1 messing around).
Meanwhile, I had busied myself with the finances and documentation for the company (with Lockwood's permission, of course; although, his permission had been merely a flick of his hand and a disinterested nod as he was too busy jumping at the thought of a new case and a chance to prove the company's calibre to Lucy and myself) and from the past two hours of immersing myself into this mess, there was one fact that struck me harder than most: this company would sink if we did not get high-end cases. Of course, pro-bono cases are service to mankind, much appreciated and generous, however, it is imperative to keep the house afloat and the stomachs full.
As per my calculations, we would survive for another six months tops if cases come by as often as they have been ever since this company has been established and accredited. If I used up my salary purely for company and house expenditures instead of splurging, that would add two more months to the given timeline.
This was not looking good.
I had to take matters into my own hand.
I may have been here for a day, but I do care and wish to see this business prosper. If not for Anthony's sake (he really is adorable when he talks about Lockwood and Co.), then for George and my own. We are very close to becoming castaways in our families and the only way we can prove our mettle is by being a part of a ridiculously popular and renowned business.
"Best pub in town?" I asked, running upstairs and heading to grab my coat, "Is that Annabel Ward?"
"Grub," George answered, "And yes. Also, why do you want to go to a pub?"
"Prime spot for socialising," I shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Newspapers aren't the only way for spreading word,"
George stared at me for a moment before deciding against interrogating me furthermore. Which was preferable since I didn't want to crack under pressure and reveal the ulterior reason behind my visit.
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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 | a. lockwood
Fanfiction( lockwood and co. ) in which their one-time thing haunts them more than the ghosts plaguing the city ❝give yourself another chance, anthony, don't lose faith in yourself❞ ❝i don't want you to lose fai...
