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 ( Read more... )

Takes place immediately following this.

"Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down."

( Dalia ran out of the coffee shop... )

Dalia headed into the coffee shop. She was tired from a long day and a bit emotionally shaken, not that she'd admit to it, but going home would mean having to deal with her parents. She didn't want to defend her job or answer the questions. Not yet, anyway. James was interesting to talk to - the handful of times they talked - and she'd probably ( Read more... )

It was early - sooner than she needed to be at work, but it was her first day on the job. True, she was still working at the same place, but it was different. She wasn't an intern any more - a mere gofer. She was an aide to the Mayor with an actual salary and everything. Dalia wanted to start her day off right ( Read more... )