Zoe's Office Hours - September 2

[bigdamnprincipal]

Yes, Zoe was in her office on a Saturday.

No, she didn't mind much.

Because yes, she was charging the powers that be overtime for these hours.

The door is open for anyone who needs her.

[Feel free to drop by, but the door's mainly open for...yeah, I'm not even going to finish that joke. *g*]

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[notajar]

Door studies the sheet of paper, only half comprehending what she's looking at, but still aware that represents more real-world money than she's ever seen, and far more than a man like the Marquis de Carabas could lay his hands on. And if he had managed it somehow...

"He owed my father a favour," she says, shaking her head in confusion and handing back the paper. "But not that big a favour. What's he going to want from me, I wonder." The last, she mutters to herself more than to Zoe, before looking up again. "Sorry, you won't know that, of course."

[bigdamnprincipal]

"I don't, unfortunately." Zoe looks slightly disturbed as she shuts Door's file and puts it away. "For the record, when I say you're safe here against people who might want to hurt you, that can include guardians too."

[notajar]

"I doubt he wants to hurt me; he's just...self-motivated," Door explains. "To say the least."