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The gentle, soft echo of the tip of a pen scratching against the sheet of the documents before her as she tried to do at least the most safe yet boring aspects of her job was just one of the many things she would never had thought she would come to appreciate.
It was definitely better than the result of her latest adventure in the wilds, the sting on her shoulder now dim as the wound had all but healed neatly, but still reminding her of what had transpired the day before.
So...yeah
She was sure she had already felt the irony of the situation hang over her head like a piñata, but who would have thought that a House made for making child soldiers would feel far more welcoming that Hilichurl treachery
It was a low bar..but go damn they had not made it hard to top.
With a sigh her eyes slowly drifted away from the line of inventory depicted in the soft, flimsy pages under her grasp as the particular sound of boots approaching through firm yet at times creaking wooden floor grew louder, noticing Gerard approach her desk yet stop to her side in order to land another pile of documents on the table
Great....
More work
"How many more of those there are...?" She asked with feigned interest for any careful onlooker would have noticed the sarcasm in her tone. Sadly she had forgotten how Gerard's ability to make deaf ears to such things and his willingness to answer anything she said.
The perk of been the boss..
One that was slowly becoming a source of foiled jokes...
"Not much madam...this are merely the second patch in need of filament and of course...your tacit approval madam"
That perked her attention if just slightly
"My tacit approval...?"
"In order to let it be known to third parties of the weight of your name.."
She pondered about it for a moment before her face creased with a dissatisfied expression. [Please don't tell me that nothing gets done if I am not here....] She mumbled inwardly to herself in a rather pained fashion. If true then pardon her french but that sounded rather dumb.
"Would it not be easier for me if you were to sign with my emblem on your own while I am not here instead of letting it stack? I doubt the Fatui would know who places the seal on document..."
"I...would never dare to take such liberties madam.."
"Not even if I allowed you to..?"
The aged man blinked, clearly not expecting her question though he quickly regained his composure. "I...that would be an honour, unprecedented at that...but I don't think I am worthy enough for that my lady"
She stared at him as if he had grown a second head.
Why in gods name was he making such a fuss about a bloody seal on paper? It wasn't like she was asking him to go kill a dragon, just pick the bloody thing and stamp it on any sheet of paper he came across so that she had more time to goof around dammit!
[I hope the other Crucabena did not had a problem with sharing stuff...because this is getting ridiculous...]
Though knowing her luck it was more than probable that the original C was a hoarder and would kill anyone who dared get anything that she owned.
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How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)
General Fiction[AU] What happens when one simple overworked goofball of a girl from our world its tossed into a magical world of gods and legends? Chaos. What happens when she wears the skin of one of the worst individuals to ever live and its forced to go through...
