Tseng's Office, Edge, Sunday Midday (NFB-Distance)
Elena was screwing up her courage and standing in front of Tseng's door. Okay. She could do this. She was awesome, and she was a Turk, and that meant she could bitch out her boss. When he was being ridiculously stubborn about something. And, well, he was.
So she'd gone behind his back and made arrangements, because he was never going to, and now it was just a matter of confronting him, and winning.
The last part was going to be hard. Mrs. Sheffield was currently engaged in a land war with him, herself. Tseng did not admit defeat easily. Or ever.
She had a file folder in her hands, and it had all the necessary details. Junon. Seriously. Because they needed to get the hell out of Edge, and that came first.
Even before ... er ... figuring out if they were actually possibly dating or not.
One thing at a time. She rapped on Tseng's door and sucked in one last breath.
So she'd gone behind his back and made arrangements, because he was never going to, and now it was just a matter of confronting him, and winning.
The last part was going to be hard. Mrs. Sheffield was currently engaged in a land war with him, herself. Tseng did not admit defeat easily. Or ever.
She had a file folder in her hands, and it had all the necessary details. Junon. Seriously. Because they needed to get the hell out of Edge, and that came first.
Even before ... er ... figuring out if they were actually possibly dating or not.
One thing at a time. She rapped on Tseng's door and sucked in one last breath.