Until the End of Time | A Team Foster-Keefe story

:: Chapter Seven ::

probs a lot of mistakes, it's so freaking long i didn't have time to edit after writing. 

Chapter Seven

Sophie took a shaky breath as the meeting came to a close and everyone was packing up. She looked at the long list of notes she herself had written, and then her eyes found the papers of everyone else's notes she'd have to add on. It seemed with each meeting there was more papers, and Sophie needed to tell Forkle before it got too out of hand. He was sitting beside her, looking through a scroll that was sent to him, and looked up when he realized she was still there. "What's wrong, Sophie?" he questioned. 

She looked at the door to make sure everyone was officially gone. "I'm being worked to death," she admitted. "I can't keep doing all this work." She received a frown as a reply along with silence. "For almost a year now the work has been piling on heavier and heavier, and yesterday it took me five hours to work through everything and that's with the help of Keefe." 

Forkle nodded in understanding. "You're perfectly right, I haven't been thinking too much of your situation. When you were younger you constantly forgot you weren't invincible, and I guess it was my moment to forget." He put his hand on hers reassuringly. "No alliance is worth you loosing your mind." His eyes traveled to all the paper in her hands and he took them from her. He started to flip through and his eyes widened. "You've really been writing this much?" he questioned. 

"Yes," she confirmed, nodding. 

"That's impossible, when we hand the information over it's just a lengthy letter written on a scroll." He flipped through the pages of writings and frowned. 

"Well, I do all of the arranging and editing, and then I hand them over to Fiera and she cuts it down as much as she can," Sophie replied. "I add all of the notes and make them neat and easy to read. Does she really cut it down so much?" 

Forkle looked through the papers. "Sophie, there's never been the need for you to do so much. You have an entire page in here dedicated to one sentence I spoke."

"That's because that's everyone's notes put together," she explained. 

"Sophie, who told you that it was your job to write down every single note?" he questioned, handing the papers back. 

"Jem," she answered, frowning. "I think I'm seeing the problem here, now." She thought of Jem, a man who constantly wore a disguise. His face was always covered with some intricately drawn mask, and he was very obnoxious about it. He had pledged his full loyalty to the Black Swan, and the important people knew who he really was, but the majority of the organization didn't because he was refusing the risk of his identity being given away, not wanting to be associated with them even after they were cleared of their bad reputation. She had also found he was one of the members who did not agree with the moonlark project. "Oh my gosh," she suddenly exclaimed, feeling the need to slap her forehead. Her elbows rested on the table as she put her face in her hands. "I can't believe I listened to him." 

"It's alright, Sophie. I will be speaking to him about this, so don't worry too hard. Just make sure that you stop putting all this work on yourself. Eliminating repeating notes will save you a few hours." They both stood up and he gave her a hug. "Now I do believe I heard about you having a date tonight?" 

Her cheeks turned slightly red. "We're going to be at his dad's old beach house. He's letting us use it for the day." 

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be late," Forkle stated, smiling. "Have a good day, Sophie."

She nodded in appreciate and waved goodbye as she found herself exiting the doors. After using the crystal to go back to her home, she quickly rushed into the house. "Whoa, grease lightening," Grady called as she sprinted up to her room.