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Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Thompson
Summary: After the events in Odessa, Thompson has business to attend to.
Status: Complete
Semi-private. Open to phonecalls
Thompson stopped his car in front of the Petrelli estate, his ear still affixed to his cell. Ever since the news of the fiasco at the Odessa branch had reached New York, technology allowed him to be there without rushing for the airport. While the building was inoperable, there were still working agents and supervisors to handle the mess. They would have to maintain until he could survey the scene himself. As it was, his current job had little to do with damage control and more with politics. Not something he wished to do himself, but it was his responsibility nonetheless.
"Ms. Voss, yes, I'm here." he stepped out of the car and walked up the steps, listening to Primatech's PR Agent. "No, that still isn't emotional enough. Entirely unacceptable. I know I did not give you enough directive...it is your job to gloss this over."
He climbed the steps and rang the doorbell, putting his hand in his pocket as he waited.
"Yes, we will be compensating those hurt in the blast...working with authorities, all of that. That's my girl. Look, I have a meeting to...yeah."
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Thompson
Summary: After the events in Odessa, Thompson has business to attend to.
Status: Complete
Semi-private. Open to phonecalls
Thompson stopped his car in front of the Petrelli estate, his ear still affixed to his cell. Ever since the news of the fiasco at the Odessa branch had reached New York, technology allowed him to be there without rushing for the airport. While the building was inoperable, there were still working agents and supervisors to handle the mess. They would have to maintain until he could survey the scene himself. As it was, his current job had little to do with damage control and more with politics. Not something he wished to do himself, but it was his responsibility nonetheless.
"Ms. Voss, yes, I'm here." he stepped out of the car and walked up the steps, listening to Primatech's PR Agent. "No, that still isn't emotional enough. Entirely unacceptable. I know I did not give you enough directive...it is your job to gloss this over."
He climbed the steps and rang the doorbell, putting his hand in his pocket as he waited.
"Yes, we will be compensating those hurt in the blast...working with authorities, all of that. That's my girl. Look, I have a meeting to...yeah."