Clean-up (rp thread for work_with_it)
Note: Takes place about 2 weeks after the last entry.
The luncheon had been exhausting to plan -- it was an event hosted by the Mayor, bringing together many Gotham dignitaries, from councilmen to philanthropists, all in the name of 'building a better Gotham.' Dalia was preoccupied the entire time, making sure everyone was in their correct seats and that the program was running smoothly.
When she wasn't doing that, Dalia was at the back of the room, observing the mayor as he spoke at the lectern. It was there, leaning against the back wall, that she glimpsed James Gordon among the police security detail only a few feet away. The officers were mostly at the back near the exits. She'd seen them come in but initially hadn't given them any thought as she flitted around the room. Once she got to the back and paused to take a breath, she saw him standing there with a couple of other officers. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she folded her arms in front of her, then looked ahead, deliberately focusing on the mayor and his speech and nothing else.
After the lunch ended, Dalia was quick to be at the Mayor's side, helping him fend off overly talkative guests. After a half hour of questions and small talk, she and the other aide, Jake Kittredge, were quick to usher the mayor from the room. While Kitteridge actually escorted him out, along with a couple of the more senior members of the police detail, Dalia was left to work on cleaning up the room.
Dalia sighed and began picking up discarded programs. She and Jake normally rotated on who got the shit jobs and who did the fun stuff, and while it was her turn to take the shit, she couldn't help but feel a bit gypped. She'd planned most of the event, had made sure everything went well and instead of getting to breathe a sigh of relief and ride back with the mayor, she was on clean-up duty.
Not that there was anything wrong with public transportation, but she liked going in the mayor's town car, especially the last couple of weeks. Since the incident with Gordon, there was more of a relaxed air between Dalia and her boss - not that they'd had a strained relationship before - almost like she had a friend. Or maybe...
No, she wouldn't even let her mind wander there. Instead she focused on cleaning up, not paying attention to who was around her, just wanting to be done with it.
The luncheon had been exhausting to plan -- it was an event hosted by the Mayor, bringing together many Gotham dignitaries, from councilmen to philanthropists, all in the name of 'building a better Gotham.' Dalia was preoccupied the entire time, making sure everyone was in their correct seats and that the program was running smoothly.
When she wasn't doing that, Dalia was at the back of the room, observing the mayor as he spoke at the lectern. It was there, leaning against the back wall, that she glimpsed James Gordon among the police security detail only a few feet away. The officers were mostly at the back near the exits. She'd seen them come in but initially hadn't given them any thought as she flitted around the room. Once she got to the back and paused to take a breath, she saw him standing there with a couple of other officers. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she folded her arms in front of her, then looked ahead, deliberately focusing on the mayor and his speech and nothing else.
After the lunch ended, Dalia was quick to be at the Mayor's side, helping him fend off overly talkative guests. After a half hour of questions and small talk, she and the other aide, Jake Kittredge, were quick to usher the mayor from the room. While Kitteridge actually escorted him out, along with a couple of the more senior members of the police detail, Dalia was left to work on cleaning up the room.
Dalia sighed and began picking up discarded programs. She and Jake normally rotated on who got the shit jobs and who did the fun stuff, and while it was her turn to take the shit, she couldn't help but feel a bit gypped. She'd planned most of the event, had made sure everything went well and instead of getting to breathe a sigh of relief and ride back with the mayor, she was on clean-up duty.
Not that there was anything wrong with public transportation, but she liked going in the mayor's town car, especially the last couple of weeks. Since the incident with Gordon, there was more of a relaxed air between Dalia and her boss - not that they'd had a strained relationship before - almost like she had a friend. Or maybe...
No, she wouldn't even let her mind wander there. Instead she focused on cleaning up, not paying attention to who was around her, just wanting to be done with it.