A night at the office....

Tilly looked at her email.

Now, we'll see if the Inquisitor responds.  He reacted less than favorably to Alice.  I need to know why.  If I know why, I can fix it.


Boredly, Tilly glanced at a new client's portfolio.

He needs better head shots.  Frankie needs to set something up.


Tilly pushed the button on her intercom for her phone.

"Frankie, this new boy's head shots won't do.  I think he was trying for rugged, but that babyface..."

A laugh filters over the intercom, "Yes, Ms. King.  I'd agree.  Besides, we both know he's more interested in my ass than yours."

Tilly stiffled the laughter that attempted to bubble up and her voice is mock serious, "Now, Frankie, what have I told you about being catty?"

Frankie's voice bubbles back, "Oh, Tilly, I saw him at The Alley last week on the mic at Bear-Aoke.  He thinks that rugged is hot because that's what he wants to mount."

Tilly cracks up laughing, "Oh, god, Franky.  Just get your ass in here and get off this stupid intercom.  I know it's new, but I hate it.  I just want to put your desk in here with mine."

Frankie's smirk is evident in his voice, "Right away, Mz. King."

So, the next question is will Scott tell me what I need to know.  He's not the type to follow Cole just because of covenant affiliation.  Scott's smarter than that. 

Writing an email

Tilly sat in front of her laptop and wrote a quick note to the Citizen prince asking to be able to visit.

Prim and proper wins the race with this one.  Remember that.

Tilly signed her full name, as opposed to the way she had been badgering that poor Invictus from Albany.