[It's way too early to be dealing with the oddities that seem to follow the Wrights around--actually, it's way too early for him to be awake, period. And yet, here he is, already at the office more than an hour before opening hours, and sorting through the paperwork he'd left unattended the day before.
Apollo pauses, still clutching a pile of said paperwork as the woman barges into the office with more energy than should be legal.]
...yeah, I am. But there's no one called "Nick" here. [Or is there?? Apollo frowns suddenly, a memory niggling at him. Those clothes, and "Nick"--it all reminds him of the girl who had dropped by the Agency a few times before.] Wait, are you a friend of Pearl's?
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Apollo pauses, still clutching a pile of said paperwork as the woman barges into the office with more energy than should be legal.]
...yeah, I am. But there's no one called "Nick" here. [Or is there?? Apollo frowns suddenly, a memory niggling at him. Those clothes, and "Nick"--it all reminds him of the girl who had dropped by the Agency a few times before.] Wait, are you a friend of Pearl's?