The next few weeks are uneventful for the most part. Meetings, accounting, etc. Lots of charts that I must look at or the business will crumble, banktrupcy and no inventory. So I go through the motions, giving everyone my fair share of time.
But it's done on autopilot. I only do the minimum, avoiding large expansion. I go on a couple dates with some women I meet through my work, but always bail out before dessert is brought out. They aren't unattractive, or boring, they just don't seem to be worth my time. I feel horrible for even thinking that, but it's the truth. In layman's terms, they aren't my type.
I think of Judy Hopps, occasionally, in passing. I'm not fixated on her, but I do wonder how her recovery is going. I still feel guilty for getting her shot, and if I saw Wilde on the street, there's a good chance I'd turn tail and run as fast as I could in the other direction. Self preservation and all that.
I don't run into either of them until I get a parking ticket.
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"Thanks a lot, Nick. Parking duty AGAIN." I hear a voice that's familiar, somehow, but it's too early to think about anything right now. My penthouse is being renovated, so I'm staying at a hotel with horrible coffee, so I've taken to ignoring the stuff they provide, and just having Darcy make me some at the office. Which means that in between the time I wake up and the time I get to the office, I'm a zombie. Honestly, I'm just glad I haven't gotten in an accident, driving to work every day.
So of course, I got a parking ticket. But that wasn't the part that interested me.
"Officer Hopps?"
