Feb 17, 2011 20:22
Someone in the food court was causing a buzz and, as Annie took both cups of coffee on her way back to the DPD, she turned to look and wished she hadn't. Three weeks. No, three weeks and four days. He'd been gone for three weeks and four days. Rumors of his death had spread like wildfire and Annie had staunchly refused to get involved in those debates, even though her mind had drifted in that direction once or twice, causing her sleepless nights.
Furious at herself for caring, she dropped one of the cups off at Auggie's desk and then slid back into her chair. There was an envelope there waiting for her that hadn't been there the night before.
"Mail dropped that off for you at eight," one of the other agents said and Annie opened it curiously.
Webb's will.
He wasn't dead, though, she'd just seen him. Skimming the document once, she then read it over and the more she read, the angrier she got. Excusing herself with a tight smile, she pushed her chair back and stalked toward the elevator.
On his floor, she walked right up to Trish and said, "Is he back yet?"
Annie was well aware of the woman's loyalty to her boss and that their breakup had been something that no one had missed. She didn't care. She was clearly on a mission, determined to get her way.
occasion: will,
with: clay,
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