Willene follows behind them. Sure, she could just look for the rats herself, but this was actually entertaining to her. She smiles at the way their ears move.
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[ they nod, taking a sniff of the air. They memorized the rats' sent. Cat smelling is AMAZING compared to their human self's ]
[ they look around for a moment, ears peaked, before they follow the sent ]
Willene pauses to lock the office door behind them. Mr. Martin would know immediately if the smallest thing was out of place.
Neither rat was on the desk, which worried her a little. She’d never left them unsupervised in the Cash Office, the main room, so they could’ve gotten up
Willene nods. “I think a strong foundation in English is more important than maths in some ways. It’s valuable in every situation to be able to articulate yourself in a proper manner, not to mention read.”
She moves aside as he comes to the shelf.
“Oasis. . . I haven’t heard of them.” Oasis is still. . . a couple decades ahead of her.
She looks at the book in Nicholas’ hands, considering, before smiling and taking it. “Thank you. I’m sure this’d be an interesting read.”
She slips the book she was looking at previous back
@raveninthe_dark / oops i forgot to say im repurposing ocs for this LOL cause i couldn’t fit them into their story’s overarching plot very well + they’ve kinda bounced around already anyway so
@raveninthe_dark / one of the ocs’ previous lore has something to do with being ‘replaced’, i don’t yet know too much obviously but it seems like it’ll be pretty easy to implement that into the tma universe
Willene pats them gently on the head.
“It does feel good to sit back here. This was my father’s desk and office. If I were any good in business I’d say one day I’d take everything back from Martin, but I’m not.”
She sighs and stands up from the chair, holding the kitten.
[+. they listened intently and at the end they nod to make sure she knew they understood her ]
[ they pad a round around the office before (very clumbsily) hopping onto Willene's lap ]
“Speaking of which, I must get back and finish those work orders. And also we should see that Ben and Socrates aren’t getting into trouble.”
She says ‘we’ like they’re her pet, like she’s decided to keep them. But she still has made up her mind about it, that cats can’t live in
else, what he is, is nothing more than a crook.”
She leans back. A cat can’t tell her she should have done this or that to keep Martin’s grimy hands off the business. A cat can’t understand this at all— she thinks.
Willene sits in Martin’s chair, dropping into it like it was her who owned the place. And behind the desk, which in her mind still belonged to her father, she felt quite grand.
She leans forward and taps the sign once she notices Mush’s interest.
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[ they poke their nose in at first, looking up at the woman almost as if they were searching for permission. ... and when they get it, they pad inside ]
[ the quote is weird. they dont quite get it. so they end up staring at it for a bit ]
“He means to make others fail so they can’t cause him to fail. That’s what he did to Father. He took the business, it ruined Father, my mother. . .” There’s an undeniable anger in her voice. “And he would like to ruin me, too, I know this. He thinks he’s better than everybody
Willene read those words every time she entered the room, and every time she thought they fit Martin perfectly. That damned snake of a man.
“Don’t make a mess, he’ll suspect me,” she warns the kitten.
Willene notices this, and. . . Well, if they’re curious, who is she to say no?
She reaches into her work case and digs around for a key. Martin always locks his office, but he’s unaware she still possesses a key from back when it was Father’s.
Wordlessly, she walks over and
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. . .
[ if this isnt an oportunity to explore the office, then they dont know what is ]
[ they pad around the office, looking at all desks and all the work places .... until they eventually reach Martin's office. staring up at the door in a questioning manner ]
unlocks the door for the cat.
The office is a large space. Pretty much all you’d expect a crooked businessman with his own desk to request. There’s a small sofa and a couple of chairs, a desk, and on the desk a small placard that reads, ‘DO UNTO OTHERS BEFORE THEY DO UNTO YOU’.