Claire knocked on the door to Amelie's office. She had been summoned to fill out some papers before she left. After spending the past three years with Amelie, considering her almost a friend now, she was still shaking, certain that Amelie wanted something more of Claire, why would she call her to her office for this? Why not simply send her a copy of the papers? She slowly pushed open the door as the always-assertive voice from behind it ordered her to.
"Sit down." A stern Amelie requested. Dressed in a familiar ivory trouser suit, she exuded control and authority, as always. Claire anxiously took her seat, attempting to look calm, even if her racing heart rate betrayed her.
"Here, you must fill these out before you can leave." Amelie mentioned, pushing the forms towards Claire.
Claire scanned the sheets, simple enough; it wouldn't take her five minutes.
"Was there…anything else you wanted?" Claire asked.
"Else?"
"Well, it's just that," Claire mumbled "Well, you really didn't need to call me here for this, I assumed that there was another reason for asking me here?"
"Hum. Interesting. No, I merely request that you see Myrnin before you leave." She replied.
"Amelie, I can't do that. I really don't want to have to say goodbyes…" Claire confessed.
"I am not asking you Claire." Amelie retorted, placing unnecessary power behind her words. "For now, you are living in Morganville, you shall do as I ask, and you still work for Myrnin. He requires your assistance organising the lab before you depart. It seems that it has found itself in disarray once more."
"Amelie…."
"Enough Claire. You shall see him." Amelie gazed down at the small picture that sat on her desk, the only personal touch to be found in her office. "He shall miss you, you know? He won't admit it, but he will…He cares about Claire."
"That's why I can't see him, Amelie!" claire demanded. "I can't face him again, not now that I'm leaving."
"Why on Earth not? It appears that things have come to a succinct end with Mr Collins, have they not?"
"I thought you of all people would understand. I've lost him Amelie. I've lost the only person I've ever truly cared about. Just because you moved on to Oliver, stuck to him like a leech after Sam died for you, doesn't mean that I can move on so easily!" she spat.
"Enough!" Amelie roared, fist coming down on the dark mahogany desk. "Don't you dare insinuate that your teenage romance compares to relationship I shared with Sam. I've heard more than enough Claire, you shall leave, now, and you shall go to see Myrnin."
With that, Claire hastily retreated out the office, blush rising on her cheeks as she swelled with anger and annoyance. She stormed out of the Town Hall and into the burning midday sun, reluctantly rounding the corner towards the Day house.