"Where is it?" Cleo demanded, a determined glare in her eyes.
"Where's what?" The person in question asked, genuine confusion tracing their features.
Cleo wasn't the type for confrontation, unless of course someone had majorly pissed her off. So her uncharacteristically performing her own little bad cop investigation was a bit strange.
"You know exactly what, or should I say who I'm talking about!" Cleo persisted, slamming her hands on the table.
"You do realize I control your paycheck, right?" The director joked, at the not so intimidating teen before him.
Cleo scoffed, "Don't play games with me, old man! I know you have 'em!"
"Have who?"
"Cleo! I found the dog!" Jensen called,
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Her attempted persona slipped away at the sight of the dog, and she made a dash towards the dog with a, "DOGGO!"
The director laughed, and it wasn't long until Cleo backtracked with an awkward chuckle giving a small "sorry" before trying to keep her excitement hidden, and doing her best not to skip towards the dog.
