02-01-2018, 04:29 AM
The man's face smoothed into polite stillness. "The Representative is very busy, Miss Northbrook. I'm not sure... Well, I will see if she is available."
When he left, Natalie leaned against the desk, drummed her fingers down once in irritation, then finally pulled out her silent phone. She was perfectly capable of being patient, but the stifling etiquette and protocol surrounding this kind of thing simmered her with useless frustration. She'd already wasted half the day inside this room.
No missed calls flashed on her screen; her mystery caller had not tried again, which was perhaps a good thing. She took the moment to message Jared; unsure if the warning might already be too late. Outside the light was already beginning to filter towards late afternoon. 'Jay was never processed at any police station; he's completely off grid. Whatever's going on, Danjou already knows about it. Be careful, Jared.' Then, as the remaining minutes trickled passed, she browsed for details on the woman she intended, one way or another, to meet.
Evelyn Avalon. Far younger than she might have anticipated; perhaps only a handful of years older than Natalie herself. A real media darling in the states and childhood friend of the man touted to be the US's next president, whose most recent splash included a CNN interview opening up about her channeling abilities. Religious. Moral. Perhaps the type of woman Eleanor might have hoped her own daughter to grow up to be. Natalie tilted her head, considering, when the door opened once more.
Her hard stare brooked no nonsense; she was almost ready to argue against whatever excuse might be presented to ward her away. But he only nodded. "This way, please."
When he left, Natalie leaned against the desk, drummed her fingers down once in irritation, then finally pulled out her silent phone. She was perfectly capable of being patient, but the stifling etiquette and protocol surrounding this kind of thing simmered her with useless frustration. She'd already wasted half the day inside this room.
No missed calls flashed on her screen; her mystery caller had not tried again, which was perhaps a good thing. She took the moment to message Jared; unsure if the warning might already be too late. Outside the light was already beginning to filter towards late afternoon. 'Jay was never processed at any police station; he's completely off grid. Whatever's going on, Danjou already knows about it. Be careful, Jared.' Then, as the remaining minutes trickled passed, she browsed for details on the woman she intended, one way or another, to meet.
Evelyn Avalon. Far younger than she might have anticipated; perhaps only a handful of years older than Natalie herself. A real media darling in the states and childhood friend of the man touted to be the US's next president, whose most recent splash included a CNN interview opening up about her channeling abilities. Religious. Moral. Perhaps the type of woman Eleanor might have hoped her own daughter to grow up to be. Natalie tilted her head, considering, when the door opened once more.
Her hard stare brooked no nonsense; she was almost ready to argue against whatever excuse might be presented to ward her away. But he only nodded. "This way, please."