 Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader
What nightmare was Becca currently in? Oh yes, reality. The worst kind. The red-head breezed into the room and sat herself down in the nearest seat, avoiding looking at her husband. She was here to support him... or something along those lines... whatever.
Once she was settled, she started listening to what people were saying and did her best not to sigh. However, her pure boredom and amusement showed when her eyes rolled so hard that she was pretty sure she saw her brain. Apparently seeing her brain had given her an idea though, because when it came to her turn to talk, Becca simply asked "And what about you, sir? What's your name, department, position, and which law do you commonly use in your position?" Had he forgotten the first rule of this kind of thing? The boss always goes first!
Also, she was ignoring the obliviator question. Just out of spite and bitterness.
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