"You sure you want to go yourself?" Matt said, his nose swelled from mucus.
"Matthew, blow your nose again, you're going to drip. And I promise, I can do this meeting alone. I know I'm not the 'oh-so-fantastic' MatPat, but hopefully Mrs. McEchren will take me as a consultant." Steph said. She was still organizing her purse.
"Need the keys?" Matt asked.
"I'll take the bus. Besides, the weather is wonderful tonight. The air has that clean sort of smell that only shows up at night." She turned to Matt, now cuddling the humidifier. His eyes were red and puffy, his throat was raw and scratchy, and his nose was dripping like a faucet. It was a flash flu really, but it hit him like a train.
"Do I look okay?" She asked. She was dressed incredibly professionally, with a black, long-sleeved shirt, a black pencil skirt with a dark green leaf pattern on it, and a buttoned up dark green blazer. She was even wearing black pumps.
"You look beautiful, but why so fancy?"
"Matthew, this is a MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR COMPANY we're talking about. Sara McEchren makes Donald Trump look like that homeless man who threw books at pigeons a week ago." She smoothed her skirt. "I can't afford to blow this."
"Alright, okay." Matt held back the urge to laugh. The last time he did, he sneezed so hard he got a bloody nose and cried for an hour while hugging the heating pad.
"Wish me luck?" Steph said.
"What, no kiss goodbye?"
"I don't think we need to Sick Pats in the house. But I love you either way." She said. Just to fill the void, she blew him a kiss which Matt pretended to grab. She giggled a bit, gave him a wave, and then left.
After waiting a few minutes, the bus came along and she stepped in. An older lady with a thick Canadian-esc accent looked back at her playfully.
"It's dark out, eh? Practically the middle if the night? Where you going this late, dearie?" She asked.
Steph took a seat near the front of the empty bus. "McEchren Headquarters. I have a meeting."
"This late? Whoo! I tell ya, they should be more considerate to you folks."
"It's a big company. They have a lot of work to do. I was lucky enough to get a meeting when I did."
"Well, good luck Dearie. You may need it."
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Theories and Guesses
FanfictionMatPat has fans from across the globe in one big happy theorist family. But his most beloved theorist is his wife, Stephanie. But someone else seems to think that THEY deserve that title, and to accomplish that goal, Steph is kidnapped late one nigh...
