Bets & Breakfast
Raymond and Penelope walk inside the office building while Penelope gives him a briefing of his schedule.
Penelope
... And that's it for today. Remember the lunch with the Italian investors.
Raymond
Yeah— by the way, how do you like the house? I think I had it thoroughly cleaned, but there could be problems with the furniture or appliances since they'd been unused for a while.
Penelope
It's a great place. I had a nice rest and everything, but I don't think the washing machine and dryer work well.
Penelope
<He'll probably send someone in two days. I have enough clothes for a week so it'll be fine.>
Penelope
<Seriously, I need to buy some clothes.>
Terriella
<He forgot to eat breakfast again. I hope he's dead that bastard. I made the breakfast for him since he likes blueberry waffles, and he just freaking forgets!?>
Terriella
:stomps her way into the office:
Terriella
:glares at the receptionist:
I'm here to meet Mr. Murphy.
Charlotte
He's currently busy. Do you have an appointment?
Terriella
I'm here to personally drop him some breakfast. Can you check with him?
Charlotte
:scoffs lightly and looks at her clothes:
Sure.
Charlotte
<Who does she think she is? I think I've seen her in an advertisement but barging in to meet Mr. Murphy? Hah! The audacity!>
Charlotte
=Sir there is a lady here to drop you some breakfast.=
He stayed silent for a while.
Raymond
=Ask for her name.=
Charlotte
Miss, may I know your name?
Charlotte
<What bullshit name is that?>
Charlotte
=Terry, she says.=
Raymond
<Oh god, she'll kill me.>
=I'll send my assistant to the lobby. Make her sit comfortably.>
:hangs up:
Charlotte
:shocked:
<he's sending his assistant for something like this!?>
Terriella
:smirks:
What is it? Is he sending someone down, or is he coming down himself?
Charlotte
:scoffs:
He's sending his assistant.
Penelope reached the lobby area and saw Terry in her oversized t-shirt and shorts as if she were right out of bed.
Terriella
That's me.
:hands over the food:
Make sure he eats this before he has lunch or whatever.
Penelope
<Wait— isn't that— I feel Theodore's soul fragment!>
E-excuse me! By any chance— can we meet later?
Terriella
I'll be busy. We can meet up when Raymond has a day off!
:walks away:
Penelope kept looking at the girl walking away.
Charlotte
You know her newbie?
Charlotte
:scoff:
Note it down. She might be your boss' girlfriend.
Charlotte
:angry:
What!? You wanna bet!?
Penelope
Alright bet. I'll get a contract then.
Penelope
I'm betting half my salary she's not his girlfriend.
Charlotte
<What's up with her confidence? That ragged doll wouldn't be treated as a guest here if she wasn't his b*tch.>
Charlotte
I bet my entire salary, but if I win, then you help me get a date with him.
Penelope
<Ah... so this is what you wanted...>
:sighs:
Alright, my entire salary at bet too, but if you lose, you will do three things that I say.
Penelope goes back to her floor and knocks on Raymond's office.
He swings the door open and pulls her in before slamming it shut.
Raymond
:whispering:
Did she leave?
Penelope
:whispers back:
Yes. She brought food.
Raymond
:sighs of relief:
Nice! She wouldn't want to damage her public image that's not even formed properly!
Penelope
:whispering:
Who was she?
Raymond
:whispering:
My younger sister— wait—
:loudly:
Why are we whispering?
Penelope
:places the food on the table and opens it:
Raymond
:smirks and whispers in her ear:
Feed me.
Penelope
:screams:
AAAAAAAAH!!
Raymond
:shocked:
W-What!? What!!?
Penelope
:jumps and sits on the table:
I just saw something!!
Penelope
:grabs his collar:
I think it was a rat! Get me out of here! Quick!!
Raymond
You're wrinkling my shirt!
Penelope
My life is one the line here!
Raymond
:exasperated:
How!?
Raymond
You are literally on my table! It won't get to you!
Penelope
I don't care! Get me out!
Raymond
Alright, don't complain later.
Raymond
:throws her over his shoulder:
Penelope
H-Hey! Mr. Murphy!!!
Raymond
I told you.
:opens the door and takes her to her office:
Penelope
What if someone saw us!?
Raymond
Tell them I'm yours...
Raymond
:smirks:
My soul is yours, after all.
Penelope
:smacks his arm:
Go now! Have some food!
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