"Oh hey Lucy! I was just talking about you!"

"Well, obviously." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, is there any chance you're looking for a Co-CEO for the Fittes?" He asks the question casually, as though he's talking about the weather. Half-surprised, half-amused,

I hear him say, "Look, I know what you're thinking."

"No you don't. You're not that kind of psychic."

"You're probably thinking," he continues as though I haven't said anything, "that I have no qualifications whatsoever. That's where you're wrong!"

"That's not what I was thinking." That's totally what I was thinking.

This is crazy! Quill? Seriously?* But I know he's serious. "Hypothetically speaking though, what qualifications do you have?"

"Well, I'm so glad you asked! I show my amazing leadership skills by being a supervisor for Fittes. Also, I do have experience with ghost-hunting, so I know the theory waaay better than most. You clearly know that I am very hardworking. I know a lot of people at Fittes, so I can help you figure out who is best for certain jobs. Plus, I have recently become quite good at office work." He goes on and on, but at this point I've zoned out, so I have no idea what he's saying.

"So what do you think?"

"You know what, I think you would be a great Co-CEO. You're hired."

"Wha- really? I mean, like, was that a joke?" he asks. I don't know. I had meant it as one, but now...

"No, it wasn't a joke..." I sighed. "Welcome to life in charge of a company." We shake on it to seal the deal. "Is that chicken I smell? It's been a long day I'm starving!" He leaves and goes into the kitchen. I hear some shuffling and someone walks in.

"Oh, hey William."

"Hey Lucy. So... are you possibly looking for a Co-CEO for Fittes?" he asks.

"No, I never even mentioned- wait a second! Were you listening to my conversation with Kipps?" I ask him. How dare he spy on me!

"No..." I give him an incredulous look. "Okay, fine I was. But you're the one who should explain things!"

"Oh really? And why would that be?"

Why on earth would you hire Kipps? No one in their right mind would! That ginger has no place as a Co-CEO!"

"William, he has all the qualifications needed for the position." I say, trying to keep my voice level. He has no right to question my business choices! "Ok does he have any experience being a CEO? No he doesn't!"

"Well neither does anyone else at Fittes!"

"You don't have to hire any of them! What about me? We could open Carlyle and Skull but it would now be Carlyle and William!"

"Or you could let me handle my own agency, that I inherited."

"Oh, I'm not done! I have more reasons. He's losing his Talent!"

"He doesn't need it! All he'll be doing is giving people promotions and doing office work."

"That brings me to my next point! I don't think he actually has been getting any experience in office work. Like, how could he be doing any if he's going out on cases? Hmm answer me that!"

"William, Holly has been teaching him about filing and that sort of thing. So if you would kindly leave me to handle my own business choices, that would be great."

"Hey! Why are you being so possessive right now? You didn't even want the agency ten minutes ago!"

What? Ok, I was a little confused, but I'm not going to just give Fittes up!... But, he is kind of right. This whole business thing is stressing me out.*

"Just give me one- well, maybe not one, but three reasons why Kipps would make a better CEO than me," William says, cutting through my brief reverie.

"Fine," I say, calmer now. "First, you do not know as much or have the experience of Kipps- no, I mean real experience," I tell him, seeing the look on his face. "Second, I don't know or trust your ability to run a company as a human. Third, neither does anyone at Fittes!"

"Right. Ok, but you know what? A week from now I don't want you to come begging me to save the agency from his stupidity."

"Oh trust me, I won't."

"Don't play you're mind games on me!"

"I'm- I'm not playing any mind games."

"Sure you're not." He squints at me and backs out of the room slowly. It would have been the perfect dramatic exit if he didn't run into the doorframe before going out the actual door.