Monday was more than desired by [Name], yet her anticipation flew out the window whenever she saw how much work she had to catch up on after spending so long on documents and payroll. "Dammit." She groaned when she walked down the cage-like stairs to the base floor.
In the corner, Walden stood. [Name] briefly glanced at him before turning away to get to her workbench. She could hear bits of the conversation he was having with another mechanical inventor in her department, Barnaby Beagle.
The one who made most of the factory's security and weaponry. A blue dog often wearing waistcoats and whatever made him look like a jazz performer from the twenties. In his circular sunglasses, Barnaby looked at [Name] and called out to her. He had interrupted Walden in the process.
She looked over at him with his bushy eyebrows raised. "C'mere, kid! I haven't seen you in weeks." He spoke like she was a child when she was only a year younger than him.
The last thing she wanted to do was go over there, but she'd go for Barnaby. He didn't deserve to get caught up in the rivalry.
She approached the two as Barnaby swarmed her in a hug. He lifted her off the ground, making her croak out a strained squeak from how tight his hug was. "Hello...Mr. Beagle.." She croaked with a raspy and muffled voice.
Walden waited until she was placed back on the ground before continuing the conversation. "As I was saying," He spoke in an agitated tone, clearly annoyed that she had interrupted them. "The perimeter needs to be swept, so I'll leave it up to you and Frank to place more guards around." Whatever he spoke about bored [Name] to a high degree.
She turned around and walked back to her workbench. She didn't bother looking back to wave goodbye to Barnaby. But she turned back just for a second in hopes he wouldn't seem too upset she had left him to be lectured about security placements.
Fortunately, Barnaby wasn't looking and didn't seem to notice.
Unfortunately, Walden was looking. And he glared coldly at her until she turned away.
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She sat at her workbench, twisting a screw into place. She had thankfully caught up on most of her work, now only working on something more personal. A set of limbs that a being in another universe needed help creating. Harold saw her as perfect for the job and promised her he'd deliver the prosthetics when they were ready.
But she doubted that he'd remember. After their tea, Harold left shortly after on urgency. It was times like that when [Name] wondered if he would eventually stop speaking to her, little by little.
He was an upgrade from her biological parents to a tee. But that didn't make her want her father's attention more, no matter how old she was. Deep inside, she was still the same lost little girl crying in the woods.
"Can I come in, pet?" A darkly familiar voice crooned from the other side of the door. Her eyes brightened and shot up when she heard Julie's voice. "Uh...yes! It's open!" She called out.
Julie stepped inside the office, a basket tucked into her elbow. [Name] glanced at it with a hint of confusion on her face. Julie sat the basket down on the desk, leaning over as she opened it. It held some food inside and a dark red bottle of wine.
"Have you had lunch yet?" She looked from the food back up to her face when she asked. [Name] shook her head and cleared her throat. "No, I haven't."
Julie grinned brightly. "Good. Come with me."
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"It's reasonably more violent than the last production—" Carmella Sennight, one of Walden's head scientists, continued speaking about a recent subject. But Walden's mind was far from a state of listening.
"Are you listening, Walden?" She cocked an eyebrow up and studied him. He seemed upset, she could tell by the way he blatantly ignored her as if he were a toddler. "Walden." She snapped her fingers in from of his face with furrowed eyebrows.
He finally looked at her with his stoic expression. "Are you even listening? It's taken me days to put all the data in order." She grumbled, slapping the back of her hand against the papers she held in her hands. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sennight." His voice was dull and lacked personality as it always had.
"I've been feeling quite...surfeit lately. Forgive me." He cleared his throat. For a moment, he briefly glanced away from the scientist in front of him.
"Don't be sorry. Just listen to me now and again." Carmella handed him her clipboard, practically handing him everything she just tried to explain. This was her way of telling him she was leaving.
She found no reason to announce her exit, she just did so anyway. She knew it was about his marriage. Everyone knew. They just didn't have the balls to mention anything to either of them.
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"You're kidding, you have to be." [Name] snorted as Julie poured her more wine. "Ha, I wish! They proceeded to use the most terrible pickup line I've ever heard in my entire life. I could barely hold in my laughter." She chuckled along with her, sitting to the side of her thighs against the warm grass.
They were sitting under a wisteria tree, indulging in the wine and apple pie that Julie had made. "I never thought that Frank would be the one to propose. I completely thought it was Eddie." [Name] scoffed out a laugh, drinking her wine.
Julie simply shrugged. "I don't know. Love has a way of making people come out of their shells." She ate of slice of pie, bringing to fork to her lips. [Name] sat in silence for a minute, smiling down at the grass below.
But Julie didn't. She looked away in disgust. She wasn't disgusted by [Name], of course. She was mad that she lied to her. In all actuality, love only made the shells thicker.
[authors note]
THIS CHAPTER, SOMEHOW,
WAS PUBLISHED A FULL 2 MONTHS BEFORE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO, THEREFOR I AM WRITING THIS IN MARCH CURRENTLY TO TELL THE 13 PEOPLE WHO READ THIS CHAPTER DURING MARCH TO NEVER SPEAK OF THIS OCCURRENCE AGAIN this is literally my canon event fml
love dad <3
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