Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese His trip up from the eighth floor had only given Anthony Cresswell time to stew...and stewing, he was. What was this Wandastian person? Touched? As if there wasn't enough to deal with these days...without them sticking there noses where it wasn't wanted.
Sweet, Merlin.
Nearing Gavin Isaacs office, he paused only to knock once....and then once more...before opening the door.
Making no moves to actually step into the space, Anthony fixed his eyes on Gavin. "What..." The owl message still clutched in his hand got a harsh jerk. "...is this?"
PAUSE. "Is this a publicity stunt?"
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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