Part 13
Le Petit Souris's dream woman, I hope.
I really hate blondes, and that I stooped so low, as to disguise myself as one is nervewrecking. What was I thinking, I look hiddeous. I do look nerdish though, and I do not in anyway resemble my original self, which is what I was going for, we can't have that, especially after they took me into custody.Tomorrow, I get to start my duties as Miss Degas, well that is what that prick the Official tells me. It seems Mr. Eberts has escaped for now. So, what do I get to do, I get to sit in his office, and wait see if they can find him, and if he isn't back by 9pm, I get to go home, and come back, if he does get back by nine, I get to begin my duties.
This is really the most awful office I have ever seen, how can someone work in this shoe box. I need my cigarettes, I check my pockets for them. I can't believe I left them again. I must be losing my mind.I hear footsteps approaching, the office. I listen.
"We have no cases, why did I have to come back?" I hear the little mouse answer.
"Shut up, Eberts." I hear the Official say.The door opens and they walk in.Eberts a frown on his face, wearing a white smock, covered in spots of red, and saffron, and azure, and forest green, with black pants.He looks out of place, and their is something about him that seems strange now, like he had changed forms, and refuses to go back to the pencil pusher form. The Official looks his usual "Do I care," self. "I trust you already met your new assistant." The Official says and walks out. Its noon now, they didn't waste much time to bring him back after the Keeper had left at eleven thirty, he had escaped shortly after that.
"Hello, Miss Degas, how are you, today?" He says quietly, and with a little bit of hostility, which I can tell is not for me, but having to be dragged back to work.
"I am okay, Mr. Eberts." I say with a fake nervousness act.
"Look, call me Ebees, since you are my assisstant, and what may I call you, since I do not think Miss Degas is your name, but if you prefer I can call you that." He gives me a supicious look.
"Vhat do you mean?" I ask, I give him an innocent stunned looked. How did he figure that out, he is not that smart.
He shakes his head, "Never mind, its been a long week, I am very untrusting at the moment."Good, good, he is ignoring it. He is under too much stress. He didn't really supect anything. Maybe he did and he just is playing it up. I hope not then I have to think of a new plan.
"Okay."
"Let's go for a walk, I will give you the grand tour, and explain what your duties as my assistant will be."
I nod. He is not showing one sign of being attracted by me, and I do not like that one bit. Maybe, he is too much of a gentleman to hit on me, right now, but he needs to do it soon, -or- they could give him treatment, before the plan is able to work.
(more to come)
Le Petit Souris's dream woman, I hope.
I really hate blondes, and that I stooped so low, as to disguise myself as one is nervewrecking. What was I thinking, I look hiddeous. I do look nerdish though, and I do not in anyway resemble my original self, which is what I was going for, we can't have that, especially after they took me into custody.Tomorrow, I get to start my duties as Miss Degas, well that is what that prick the Official tells me. It seems Mr. Eberts has escaped for now. So, what do I get to do, I get to sit in his office, and wait see if they can find him, and if he isn't back by 9pm, I get to go home, and come back, if he does get back by nine, I get to begin my duties.
This is really the most awful office I have ever seen, how can someone work in this shoe box. I need my cigarettes, I check my pockets for them. I can't believe I left them again. I must be losing my mind.I hear footsteps approaching, the office. I listen.
"We have no cases, why did I have to come back?" I hear the little mouse answer.
"Shut up, Eberts." I hear the Official say.The door opens and they walk in.Eberts a frown on his face, wearing a white smock, covered in spots of red, and saffron, and azure, and forest green, with black pants.He looks out of place, and their is something about him that seems strange now, like he had changed forms, and refuses to go back to the pencil pusher form. The Official looks his usual "Do I care," self. "I trust you already met your new assistant." The Official says and walks out. Its noon now, they didn't waste much time to bring him back after the Keeper had left at eleven thirty, he had escaped shortly after that.
"Hello, Miss Degas, how are you, today?" He says quietly, and with a little bit of hostility, which I can tell is not for me, but having to be dragged back to work.
"I am okay, Mr. Eberts." I say with a fake nervousness act.
"Look, call me Ebees, since you are my assisstant, and what may I call you, since I do not think Miss Degas is your name, but if you prefer I can call you that." He gives me a supicious look.
"Vhat do you mean?" I ask, I give him an innocent stunned looked. How did he figure that out, he is not that smart.
He shakes his head, "Never mind, its been a long week, I am very untrusting at the moment."Good, good, he is ignoring it. He is under too much stress. He didn't really supect anything. Maybe he did and he just is playing it up. I hope not then I have to think of a new plan.
"Okay."
"Let's go for a walk, I will give you the grand tour, and explain what your duties as my assistant will be."
I nod. He is not showing one sign of being attracted by me, and I do not like that one bit. Maybe, he is too much of a gentleman to hit on me, right now, but he needs to do it soon, -or- they could give him treatment, before the plan is able to work.
(more to come)