[Who] L, Ienzo
[Where] Café by the trolley drop.
[When] Just after 5.
[What] A discussion of the festival, Saix, and perhaps some scheming is to be done...
[Notes] I doubt anything bad. Perhaps mild cursing, but altogether clean.
The detective had left a note for Light on the table before he went out, telling him to have whatever he wanted from the
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"An enviable position." He mused with a wishful sigh and a yearning glance at his too-full briefcase. Ah, to work at home with just the network hookup, and spare the daily office dramas of seeing how many secretaries Xemnas could reject weekly, or how many time Rufus would spat with the man, or his father.
"You know, I've been trying to get them to operate paperless for months? But they're far too stuck in some of their old inefficiencies." Ienzo complained conversationally, staring at his reflection in the glass as he stirred his tea. "And you should have seen the mess of files when I started." he tsked softly ( ... )
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