Iris was trying to get a good amount of brownies arranged on the plate for the woman--her Da's secretary. Strange, she didn't think that he'd said anything about a new secretary lately. Then again, he didn't say a lot about work so it was completely possible that he had and--well. He needed to let his secretaries know that she did not bite, and that when she invited them into the house they didn't have to look so freaked out and bothered by it. Sigh, anyways. She was wrapping up the plate (because she couldn't very well let the brownies go without ensuring they stay as fresh as possible), trying to think of something else to say. It was rather hard to hold conversation with this woman, she had found.
Anyways. Plate in hand, Iris made her way out to the living room, the plate balanced carefully on her hand. "I've got some wrapped up for--" she stopped in her tracks and the plate teetered and crashed to the floor, meeting the same fate as its friend before it.
"Oh for fucks sake!" she said, flustered and frustrated. And-----WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS HER DA DOING WITH HIS SECRETARY? THERE WAS NO INTER-OFFICE RELATIONS ALLOWED FOR HIM, BLOODY HELL HE WAS THE BOSS!
It just sank in. She was--he was...they were dating and he hadn't bloody said anything and. She huffed loudly staring from one adult to the other before turning squarely on her heel and heading for her room. This was--ohhhh, this was awful.
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