Live With Me

Chapter 11

Kara won't say she's uncomfortable, she'll just say she's not comfortable.

In some weird move that Kara hasn't figured out the meaning of yet, Cat has decided to have an extra desk moved into Kara's office. This has made the space even more cramped and there's barely any space to move.

The desks have been placed so they are facing each other and the door is off to the side of them but the desks are pushed more to one side so Cat still has enough space to move her chair properly while Kara has to shimmy her way into her chair because of the lack of space, not even able to fully pull it out.

It's kind of awkward. Cat has pretty much moved in here with her and it's strange. Kara has worked closely with her for years but even when she was just a mere assistant, her desk was outside of the office, not inside, so they hardly ever worked in the same room apart from when Cat had her doing specific tasks with her so the sudden influx of time they are spending with each other is just odd.

"Did you manage to get any more information on—"

"Daniel Green? Yeah, here's the file." If there's anything that can get her through this though, it's her knowledge of Cat and her reporting process. She might not know the reasons Cat does anything but when it comes to reporting, she knows every article Cat has ever written and she knows very well, what her process for writing an article is so she's been able to keep the flow going by pre-empting what Cat will want before she's even got there and having it ready and waiting so they can get this article done and then maybe, just maybe, Cat will move back to her own office.

Well, that plan is not going to fly.

"Kara. Stop it."

"Stop what?" Kara flinches when Cat slams down the file Kara just handed to her. "Stop giving me the things I need for the article. You need to be working on getting the information for your parts of the article, not doing my work for me. I understand that this isn't the best situation, believe me, I'd rather be anywhere other than in your office, which is smaller than a shoebox but we need to work on this in private and we can't do that in my office when the walls are made of glass. We certainly can't do it out in the open when we've already had one staff member working with the enemy."

Kara stares at her, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open. She has no idea how to respond to that.

"We're working together on this article. You're not working for me in this situation, this is probably the only chance you're going to have to call me your partner in this. Take the opportunity before I start calling you Kiera again."

"Yes, Ms Grant. I'll stop gathering your information for you."

"I'm going to regret asking you to do that when I have to do it myself but it's for the best. It's time to put your big girl pants on Kara. This is real reporting."

Kara clears her throat awkwardly. "I already got your next six files ready. Do you want them?"

If Cat is surprised, she doesn't show it. "Yes, but that's it, no more."

"Right yes, of course." Kara nods, then hesitates. "I have a half-finished one, do you want that?"

Cat slips her glasses off of her nose and drops her head into her hands. "This arrangement is going to be worse for me than it is for you. I can see that now. Give me everything you have that is for my portion of the article and then just focus on your own. If I need something from you, I'll ask."

"Got it." Kara rifles through the papers on her desk and finds all of the ones that aren't for the things she's directly working on and then hands them over. Kara stares at the papers for the part of the article she was working on before she got distracted working on the part Cat is handling.