Imagine being Emerson Cod’s assistant and just being done with everyone’s shenanigans.
requested by: anon warnings: mentions of murder
You had no idea that you were stood in the exact same pose as Emerson. You had your arms folded tight across your chest, feet apart in a powerful stance, and (it was unmistakable on your face) completely done.
You heaved yet another sigh, pulled your gaze from Ned, Chuck and the cleaner, and checked your watch. The cleaner, whose name you had heard and forgot, was the only living worker after all the staff in a whole restaurant had died under suspicious circumstances. And yet, all she could warble about was how Ned and Chuck would have gorgeous babies. They tried to deny and discourage, but she’d just raise her voice and reaffirm them even more. This slowly escalated, until the woman was arguing with them about it. You had no idea how. You checked your watch again - she’d been at this for ten minutes now.
A sigh from Emerson told you all you needed to know - he thought this was ridiculous too. He slipped you a glance and stepped in, intending to stop the rambling and get some answers, but ended up just sparking the mess even more.
You raised a brow at the cluster of people before you and rolled your eyes, walking right out of the shop. It was much quieter outside - and a perfect day to go and eat some pie by your lonesome.
