Well now, look at this…

Seeing how I'm going through close to none of the events from the episode, This is feeling more or less like original fiction then fanfiction, heh heh… This does, though, give room for Aggie to develop an actual personality! Hooray.

This chapter was a bit rushed though…

None the less, enjoy~

Aggie awoke the next morning to the sound of an insistent rapping on her door. She wearily opened her eyes and shifted uncomfortably, having shamefully fallen asleep on her sitting room chair, then dragged herself to the door. She opened it swiftly.

"Ah, Miss Twain! You are home." Glynn spoke gleefully. Aggie felt her jaw drop.

"I…er….I… Excuse me, but it's the early hours of the morning! Must you come calling on me so early? I… I'm not even…" Her words trailed off. He looked confused.

"…Miss Twain, it's the afternoon. It's two o' clock in the afternoon." He said hollowly, shooting her a disapproving look. Aggie's expression soured.

"Afternoon? I must have… that's not the matter. Why are you at my house?"

Glynn shrugged. "The office wants you, and I know where you live. They sent for me to get you."

"Even though I have myself a telephone, Glynn?"

"…Perhaps I volunteered. That doesn't matter, though. The important thing is that the office has work to be done, and they want you to do it."

Feeling both surprised at the decent news and angered by his untimely calling, Aggie managed a smile. "Alright, then. Be a gentleman and give me some time to tidy myself up." She stepped back into her house.

"of course, Miss Tw—"

Aggie shut the door swiftly before he could finish his sentence, running into her sitting room.

"What on earth…" she managed, frantically trying to tidy things, and herself, up before she had to leave. She couldn't keep him waiting, though this visit was most irregular. After tidying her cup and patting down her chair, she ran pats a mirror in the hall to quickly fix her hair.

Better her hair than nothing, for she saw no time to change… not that it mattered.

She bit her lip looking into her reflection. Her mousy brown hair was in much disarray, and she found it terribly embarrassing that she had answered the door in such a way. She grasped at her wooden hair pin (which was still tangled in the back of her hair) and quickly fashioned herself a bun on the back of her head. She turned down the hall and made it back to the door.

"…Sorry." She said, creaking opened the front door and stepping out onto her porch. Glynn shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "Yes… No problem, Miss Twain."

Aggie found herself laughing quietly, closing her door and wearily stepping down her stair and to the road. "Tell me, now… what exactly does the Gazette need me for on this fine mor—afternoon?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure, I'll be completely honest. It sounds like a promotion to me."

She felt her heart leap. A promotion? She thought, then feeling a giddy smile reach across her face. Why on earth would they promote me?

"A promotion, you say?" She asked.

"Beats me."

The two walked a few more blocks down the road, mostly saying nothing, until they finally reached the street the Gazette office was on. Noticing the building, Aggie turned to Glynn.

"Well, here we are." She said sweetly, starting up the stairs. "Thank you very much for, uh… walking me here, I suppose, I…"

He smiled, continuing down the street. "I took what you said to heart, Miss Twain. Perhaps we should see each other more."

"Oh?" Aggie sputtered, then noticing that he wasn't heading into the office himself. She took a step down the stairs and waved. "Mr. Glynn, where on earth are you off to?"

He froze.

"I, uh… have some business to attend to. Never you mind. Go on ahead inside. I'll be at the office tonight, and I'm sure you will be, too."

Aggie wrinkled her brow, feeling a pang of jealousy take her over. She had forgotten, for the moment, that he was in fact a journalist and spent what she could only assume was a fair amount of time away from the office, reporting on the goings on and such.

She wished she could do that.

"Oh, of course. Good luck and good day, then." She said, waving once more and heading in the building.

Inside, the office seemed a lot quieter and calmer than it did on the usual weekday evenings she had spent there, typing up the Miss Maple column. She liked the office silence, enriched by the sound of rustling papers and the clacking of keys, only occasionally hearing a low-toned, whispering human voice.

Carefully, she approached the front desk.

"I was told you wanted to see me, sir?"

The man at the desk paused, putting down the paper he was reading, and turned to her. "Miss Agatha Twain, is it? The writer of the weekly cleaning column?" He said in a gruff voice. She nodded.

"Yes, we have a bit of a job for you. I'm pleased to announce to you that you will be taking on a small editing job."

Aggie titled her head. "An editing job, sir?"

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am. It appears that we have an opening in the editing department for some of the daily reports, and you have been recommended many times over, and we all agreed here that it was about time for you to take on a larger responsibility with us, here."

She was shocked. "Recommended? What… by who?"

"It's not for me to say, Miss Twain. This job will require you many more hours in the office… Will you be able to manage both jobs?"

Aggie nodded and thanked the man profusely, and was then directed into a large room in the back, behind where she usually sat to write Miss Maple. Her heart was pounding.

"In here, Miss Twain, is where you'll be working. I'm sure you'll get to know the others in this department quite well."

Aggie smiled, clutching a piece of paper on the desk. "I'm sure I will."

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Hours passed, Aggie having spent the whole rest of her afternoon correcting spelling and grammatical mistakes on various articles and columns. By this point, she had all but forgot about the goings on of yesterday.

"$2000, Majory? Oh, you just can't be serious!" One of the women said, standing up from her chair. It was just about time for her to go, by the looks of it.

"Mark my word, it was $2000. Every last penny was left to an orphanage by the Kissing Bandit."

Aggie's ears pricked.

"The Kissing Bandit? Oh my, I've heard much talk about this one buzzing around the office of late. Didn't one of our journalists do the most splendid front page article about it?"

"Yes, Liz. I had the pleasure of editing said article, and what an exciting robbery it was…"

Aggie turned gingerly, awkwardly trying to make her presence in the room known.

"I… was there." She spoke shyly, the other two women turning. "Excuse me, my dear?" The one called Marjory asked. Aggie drew her work from the type writer and desk, and stood. "I was at the bank when it happened."

The two women's faces lit up. "Oh, how exciting! How romantic!" Liz said, clapping her hands together. "Was it as exhilarating as Mr. Glynn's article lead us to believe, Miss… Twain, was it?"

Aggie bit the inside of her lip, nodding. "I suppose."

Her suspicions and fears of that robbery once again entered and laid heavy on her mind.

"It was most exciting… now if you excuse me, I have places to be, and people to speak with. Good evening, ladies."

She bowed slightly, and the women smiled and waved. "Good evening, Miss Twain." They spoke in unison.

Where on earth is this story going? I'm not even sure myself.

I do find myself feeling kind of bad for Aggie, though, heh heh…

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