All she could do was smirk as Ellis offered her reassurances and that innocent and childish gesture across his heart. Charming. He was charming. It was perhaps the best way to describe him.
"Good," she uttered, happy to let it go and move things along.

Sitting straighter in her seat, shuffling forward so she was parked on the edge of her seat, Emily examined the spread he was offering her. She'd noticed he likes spoiling her, which was certainly interesting though she couldn't understand why. Being spoilt wasn't something she was used to, nor was it something she liked under most circumstances, but this... she could handle. "Mmm..." she murmured, eyes still analysing the fooood, her hand hovering for a moment before selecting something that resembled salad and pastrami. "How goes the planning for the World Cup?" she asked, opening the packaging absentmindedly, her eyes back on him. Though, speaking of the World Cup... she'd been meaning to track him down, "I've been meaning to ask you... you wouldn't be able to hook me up with some tickets, come time? Would you?" She had loose plans for these after all, and fully intended to follow through with them. It wasn't everyday people offered to subject themselves to her company, so she wasn't about to let Gavin weasel his way out of it.

Emily manages to take a quick bite of her sandwich, chewed and swallowed.. all the while nodding in agreement at Ellis' question. "Always busy," she added once the food was clear, "crime doesn't sleep.." and so neither should she, apparently.

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All she could do was smirk as Ellis offered her reassurances and that innocent and childish gesture across his heart. Charming. He was charming. It was perhaps the best way to describe him.
"Good," she uttered, happy to let it go and move things along.

Sitting straighter in her seat, shuffling forward so she was parked on the edge of her seat, Emily examined the spread he was offering her. She'd noticed he likes spoiling her, which was certainly interesting though she couldn't understand why. Being spoilt wasn't something she was used to, nor was it something she liked under most circumstances, but this... she could handle. "Mmm..." she murmured, eyes still analysing the fooood, her hand hovering for a moment before selecting something that resembled salad and pastrami. "How goes the planning for the World Cup?" she asked, opening the packaging absentmindedly, her eyes back on him. Though, speaking of the World Cup... she'd been meaning to track him down, "I've been meaning to ask you... you wouldn't be able to hook me up with some tickets, come time? Would you?" She had loose plans for these after all, and fully intended to follow through with them. It wasn't everyday people offered to subject themselves to her company, so she wasn't about to let Gavin weasel his way out of it.

Emily manages to take a quick bite of her sandwich, chewed and swallowed.. all the while nodding in agreement at Ellis' question. "Always busy," she added once the food was clear, "crime doesn't sleep.." and so neither should she, apparently.

"Slow and steady." The Quidditch World Cup was a very big event and there were so many things that went along with planning it that Ellis had never even imagined. He'd played the game so many times (not making it to the QWC incidentally) but he'd never helped plan one from the ground up. There were so many different things besides just Games and Sports involved too.

Oooh a question though, one she had been meaning to ask him. That meant she had been thinking about him. Something that was definitely good for Recard's mind. "Tickets? Sure! I [I]am[/I working in the epicenter of the event you know." he grinned raising his eyebrows. "I was actually planning on asking you to come with me." he said taking a bite of his sandwich, and looking at her expectantly.

That probably made her day right?

Crime didn't have to sleep in Ellis's opinion, not with the prospect of possibly spending the Quidditch World Cup with Emily. She would have to go with him, duh.

Slow and steady, yeah, she could only imagine -- and in fact, no, she didn't want to. She had enough on her plate without thinking about other peoples work loads. "Of course, and I trust security is being taken care of?" how was that going? because that was perhaps all she cared about as far as planning was concerned. Silly things like this tended to remind her of Blaise, former Events Security Liaison... Merlin, she needed to fill that position.

Another bite of her sandwich, and a guzzle of lemonade later, she smiled at Ellis, her brows raising slightly, impressed. "The epicenter huh? That sounds important" and fancy, and even full on. Good for him, being all involved in things. Emily was in the process of swallowing another bite when he mentioned he was going to ask her to go with him. He was? Interesting. "You were?" Very interesting.

She took another quick sip of drink, something to consider these things, and to alleviate the awkwardness perhaps? "It's a shame you hadn't... I've already made plans." Which is why she was asking about the tickets in the first place. "I'm chasing five tickets." Cue awkward smile!shrug, and she didn't feel comfortable making that six, purely because she was tagging along with the Isaacs clan, not leading them. That being said, even though it was a large event, there was still the possibility of them bumping into each other - or meeting up even. "Still see you there though, probably." Maybe...

Did he want a what now!?!?! "D-Demotion?" No what...what...WHAT!?! "No, I was just double checking where I stood in the MLE." Saul removed his glasses from his face and placed them in his shirt pocket...and looked down at his feet...
Oh a Joke? was Emily joking? That was a joke, hahaha....good joke. "Sounds great, I'll get a move on." He needed to get his things over to a desk at the IUMO part of the office. "Thanks for your time Emily." He stood up from the chair, and reached into his shirt pocket placing his glasses back on his face. It felt weird not wearing them.

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Slow and steady, yeah, she could only imagine -- and in fact, no, she didn't want to. She had enough on her plate without thinking about other peoples work loads. "Of course, and I trust security is being taken care of?" how was that going? because that was perhaps all she cared about as far as planning was concerned. Silly things like this tended to remind her of Blaise, former Events Security Liaison... Merlin, she needed to fill that position.

Another bite of her sandwich, and a guzzle of lemonade later, she smiled at Ellis, her brows raising slightly, impressed. "The epicenter huh? That sounds important" and fancy, and even full on. Good for him, being all involved in things. Emily was in the process of swallowing another bite when he mentioned he was going to ask her to go with him. He was? Interesting. "You were?" Very interesting.

She took another quick sip of drink, something to consider these things, and to alleviate the awkwardness perhaps? "It's a shame you hadn't... I've already made plans." Which is why she was asking about the tickets in the first place. "I'm chasing five tickets." Cue awkward smile!shrug, and she didn't feel comfortable making that six, purely because she was tagging along with the Isaacs clan, not leading them. That being said, even though it was a large event, there was still the possibility of them bumping into each other - or meeting up even. "Still see you there though, probably." Maybe...

"Security is always an issue. I'm not exactly sure how far along the liaisons are on that but if you haven't heard too much about it just yet I'd assume it's coming." The QWC was a huge event after all and security was right up there on the necessities list with actual players and teams. And of course it sounded important, HE was important.

She looked excited and anxious about his question. A good sign. She was totally going to say yes and they'd get to spend the whole match and the lead-up and the after parties together. It was going to be so great, Ellis could just picture it.

.......

And then the whole thing went down in flames like a troll trying to ride a Cleansweep into a warehouse of self-starting fireworks. She had plans already. "Oh, yeah that's cool too." Please Merlin say it wasn't with another guy. Who was he kidding? Of course it was. Look at her she was a knock out and super smart too, Recard had just waited to late. He blew it.

He took a big bite of his sandwich and chewed as she spoke. Oh yeah, it was shame Emily, it truly was. But hey, five tickets not just two. And she made it sound like she would have gone with him. And a possibility of meeting up? He'd take that chance. "Oh well, yeah I can try and score you a few tickets." He said after swallowing his obnoxiously large bite of turkey. "I'll just have to keep my head up and maybe drag my eyes away from the plays to see if I see a certain department head then."

Not that he would mind doing this. The game may take a back seat at times if this was the case.

Saul wasn't exactly the most subtle person she had encountered, his reactions were quite clear cut to her, she could see the alarm in his eyes, feel it in the air, and even perhaps smell it on him. Facinating. His voice however, didn't do much to give him away, which only enhanced her curiosity. "Excellent, because even if you'd have wanted it, the answer would be no. I'm not interested in middle men, Saul, I like leaders... and I'd like to think I foster and perhaps even inspire leadership in others." So no, he could keep his promotion, he had earnt it, and it meant he could go and do the work he was capable of doing without her babysittingsupervision.

"Oh no," Emily mused, rising from her chair to see him out, she too needed to step out of the office again, "thank you." His glasses-off glasses-on routine amused her, she chalked this down to being nerves - which only served to amuse her more. In a few measured steps, Emily had circled her desk to meet him and extended her hand to shake. "Welcome back."

And then of course she gestured for the door. Out. Out out out. She wanted out.



It is, it was, and it always would be. Security was just one of those things, and one of the many reasons why she loved her job. It was always in demand. "Excellent, I'll be waiting," she mused, taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully.

There was something about Ellis' expression that oozed confidence and something else... Emily watched, curious. But then, his expression didn't last. Rather it fell abruptly, which left her wondering, why? Had it been something she said? Was there food on her face?
Using the back of her hand, Emily wiped around her mouth before taking another bite. She was clear."Mmmm," she mummbled as she finished swallowing. It was cool, very cool, "I actually hadn't been to one before, so I'm rather looking forward to it." And this is where she expected his mouth to fall or something, with dramatics and looks of horror. She liked quidditch, yes, very much so - but the opportunity had never presented itself in the past, and she had been too focused on her studies and training to bother planning such things herself.

"If it's too much trouble..." she started, wondering if perhaps her request had been too outrageous. One or two tickets was something, five tickets, now that was a chore. But then he seemed accommodating enough, "thank you, it'd be greatly appreciated," such a good friend he was. Taking another sip of lemonade, Emily's looked between Ellis and her drink, then back to Ellis. All the while, having focused on not spilling it on herself, she'd only caught half of what he was saying. Head up? Away from plays? Certain Head? ...
"Oh I daresay there'll be a few of us," she replied, agreeing to what she'd pieced together in her head. "At least I know Gavin and I will be in attendance, Lourdes too I'm sure," she nodded before finishing her sandwich in one, and a half, generous bites.

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It is, it was, and it always would be. Security was just one of those things, and one of the many reasons why she loved her job. It was always in demand. "Excellent, I'll be waiting," she mused, taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully.

There was something about Ellis' expression that oozed confidence and something else... Emily watched, curious. But then, his expression didn't last. Rather it fell abruptly, which left her wondering, why? Had it been something she said? Was there food on her face?
Using the back of her hand, Emily wiped around her mouth before taking another bite. She was clear."Mmmm," she mummbled as she finished swallowing. It was cool, very cool, "I actually hadn't been to one before, so I'm rather looking forward to it." And this is where she expected his mouth to fall or something, with dramatics and looks of horror. She liked quidditch, yes, very much so - but the opportunity had never presented itself in the past, and she had been too focused on her studies and training to bother planning such things herself.

"If it's too much trouble..." she started, wondering if perhaps her request had been too outrageous. One or two tickets was something, five tickets, now that was a chore. But then he seemed accommodating enough, "thank you, it'd be greatly appreciated," such a good friend he was. Taking another sip of lemonade, Emily's looked between Ellis and her drink, then back to Ellis. All the while, having focused on not spilling it on herself, she'd only caught half of what he was saying. Head up? Away from plays? Certain Head? ...
"Oh I daresay there'll be a few of us," she replied, agreeing to what she'd pieced together in her head. "At least I know Gavin and I will be in attendance, Lourdes too I'm sure," she nodded before finishing her sandwich in one, and a half, generous bites.

"No I should be able to swing it." Getting the tickets really wouldn't be hard at all, Games and Sports usually got quite a few of them, or so he'd been told. Ellis would need five for her and then at least one for himself, although his brothers and sister would want to come and Gabi who was now with Armen these days plus didn't she have some kid too? Yeah, tickets.

This was her first QWC or...? "You've never been to a World Cup or a match in general. Merlin, please say the former." Recard said a smile starting to creep back on his lips despite the lack of a date to said event. She was crazy if she'd never seen a match at all.

She wasn't getting it, he guessed. He could honestly care less to see any of the other Department Heads, even Lourdes his own. "Yeah I bet a lot will be there." he agreed blankly taking a bite of sandwich and waiting for her to give her possibly insane answer about match attendance.

She'd come to accept and even expect Ellis' confidence now. There wasn't much he couldn't do if he didn't put his mind to it, and tickets would surely be easy pickings for him. He was well connected in the industry and well, he'd find ways. If they were in short supply he could surely charm it from somebody, persuade them in that way he did. Emily's grin was reply enough to that, so she sat back in her seat comfortably, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it into her ponytail.

Raising her drink to her lips, Emily was close to taking a swig when she stopped herself, and in good time too. "Cup match," she clarified, chuckling lightly. "I've been to league matches, granted those were a while ago too," she mused, calculating just how long it had been. Maybe six years? Seven? Something like that. "I'm sorry to say I'm a Magpies fan though, you're not disappointed are you?" she asked, having used the term 'fan' loosely. Obviously she hadn't really been following their progress or anything of a sort - she'd had other things on her mind, but the allegiance was still there. "Shame I never went to any of your games, how long ago did you play?" He might have told her before, but she was asking again, and sipping her drink too.

Pfft, of course a lot would be there. It was the QWC, who in their right mind would miss that? Never mind the fact that she'd not been to one yet, but hey, she was getting around to it. Plus it was one of those good friends or family type get togethers.

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She'd come to accept and even expect Ellis' confidence now. There wasn't much he couldn't do if he didn't put his mind to it, and tickets would surely be easy pickings for him. He was well connected in the industry and well, he'd find ways. If they were in short supply he could surely charm it from somebody, persuade them in that way he did. Emily's grin was reply enough to that, so she sat back in her seat comfortably, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it into her ponytail.

Raising her drink to her lips, Emily was close to taking a swig when she stopped herself, and in good time too. "Cup match," she clarified, chuckling lightly. "I've been to league matches, granted those were a while ago too," she mused, calculating just how long it had been. Maybe six years? Seven? Something like that. "I'm sorry to say I'm a Magpies fan though, you're not disappointed are you?" she asked, having used the term 'fan' loosely. Obviously she hadn't really been following their progress or anything of a sort - she'd had other things on her mind, but the allegiance was still there. "Shame I never went to any of your games, how long ago did you play?" He might have told her before, but she was asking again, and sipping her drink too.

Pfft, of course a lot would be there. It was the QWC, who in their right mind would miss that? Never mind the fact that she'd not been to one yet, but hey, she was getting around to it. Plus it was one of those good friends or family type get togethers.

Phew. That was a close one. He wasn't sure how he was even supposed to interact with anyone who had never even seen a Quidditch match. "Okay, good. I was worried for a minute." he chuckled and clapped his hands. It really was a good thing in all seriousness. "Ahh well I guess I can forgive you for the Magpies but you get points for not saying the Harpies." Girls always said the Harpies and it wasn't hard to guess why.

And the conversation was switched back to his glory days--Recard didn't mind one bit. He sighed and instinctively rubbed the back of his head, the spot where the bludger had delivered it's career-ending blow. "It's been almost three years now. I still wish I was up there guarding those goal posts for the Tornadoes. Every day."

He took an aggressive bite of his sandwich.

His relief was evident, and this in itself entertained her. It wouldn't have been the end of the world if she hadn't... but considering that Quidditch was such a big part of his life, she could understand it, to an extent. She imagine the idea to be akin to someone never having heard of MLE, or never having drank coffee.. because Merlin knew that would be the most ridiculous thing in the world. Law and order made the world go round, and coffee was it's fuel.

Pursing her lips, Emily cocked her head to the side. It pleased her that she was forgiven, and she knew where he was coming from with the hole Harpies thing, she was far from being a feminist. If anything, she was perhaps more sever of her sex then most people. It was neither of those things that caught her attention though, but rather, the mention of points. "And how many points do I get, exactly?" she questioned. Points business was to be taken seriously, it meant there was competition, and she liked competition. Of course, this was all in jest ...

Opening the packet of crisps, Emily took a small handful before placing the packet back on the desk between them. She was quite at her leisure snacking in her office. Brilliant idea. "Three years?" she echoed, it seemed strange to think not so long ago he was out, as opposed to being in the Ministry. Different setting, freedom seemed somewhat... limited. "Do you still play?... for fun I mean?"

Simon knew he was due to check in with Emily for any updates and notifications. Not that much progress had been made other then maintenance being busy. But the auror supposed it was something. So he headed back to Level Two, making his way tentatively through the slippery messes that were gradually being checked out and hopefully fixed until he had arrived at the department head's office. A careful report he had written up while back down in the atrium in his hand.

He lifted a head to knock, giving the wood a few hits before taking a step back to await an answer. The man certainly hoping to find her present lest he need to track Emily down. She had given him a timeline to work upon and Simon wasn't messing with it.

Picking off and readjusting some of the pins and strings on her wall map, Emily tilted her head in thought. Things were slowly coming together, even if they were sitting ducks in one case or another. The knocking on her door pulled her from her thoughts, and she quickly pinned back one of the photos before calling out, "Enter!"

She was observing the web of coloured string and info in front of her, an arm crossed over her chest, propping up the other , a finger casually resting against her lips.

A clear response answered from inside, Simon took hold of the doorknob and opened the door to obey the given command. Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, the auror made his way towards the woman occupying her office for once. Her attention seemingly on the map and its various pins, yet he was still aware she would be intent on him as well. The man stopping a short distance away from both so he could share the view. Were things actually improving in the issues marked by the pictures? Simon hadn't managed to check in with Josh.

"I'm here with the report you asked for," he said, mentioning the assignment requirement and holding the folder out for Emily to take.

She didn't need to look up, or away, as a figure entered the room, diligently closing the door behind them. Bennett was a good egg, and proving himself to be useful. Exhaling the smallest of sighs Emily turned to acknowledge her.. her... auror/security/person.. yep. She offered him a small smile, her head bobbing with a nod. "Excellent, thank you," she replied, taking the folder he held out to her. Immediately she let it fall open and started thumbing through the document, speed reading as it were.

But as fun as reading was, hearing it straight from the horses mouth was equally useful and much more efficient. On initial scans, it was clear that Bennett hadn't found anything MLE worthy in the sweep, perhaps it was simply what most people thought, that those mutants and their acidic saliva had.. unhinged the Ministry. Not their fault, was all she needed to know.
"Now.... security... things which require our attention?"

Yes Bennett, it was a question, an open one at that. She was listening, and waiting to be impressed, still lazily flicking through the report. She'd read it thoroughly a little later on. For now, she would listen to him speak.

Simon simply nodded in response to her thanks, letting go of the paperwork as she took it from him, his arm moving behind him with its brother. As he stood quietly while Emily looked over what he had handed her, the young man went over his own thoughts on the matter. He hadn't simply been dismissed upon deliver so he suspected there would be questions of him and the department head didn't disappoint. "Nothing in relation to the happenings around the ministry," he answered, having come to that conclusion when nothing more had been discovered in his search.

"The memos, lifts, lights and environmental mishaps all appear to be innocuous and clean cut. And currently all being handled by maintenance and environmental. And Creatures has recaught the mutant that had caused damage." It seemed levels 4 and 8 were taking the brunt of recent events. At least in-house since deTalone and the MLE's failures were still the focus outside the ministry.

"Nothing new in regards to the deTalone case as well," he added as his thoughts switched to that situation. At least on his end. Anything else that could have come up would be in the realm of Josh and the YATI and not his responsibility to report on. Simon wasn't about to overstep his bounds...again. "However I will continue to be keeping an eye on things, especially in the atrium. And with your permission, continue to do random checks of the other levels."

Her head still in the folder, Emily took a few measured paces to her desk and perched herself on the corner. Bennett was welcome to sit too, of course... not that she'd say so in so many words she was too busy listening and reading. Emily continued to nod her head as he supported her thoughts about the mutants, and it was a relief to know they had been captured. Blasted things. A small part of her still wanted to go and see them, just to see what it was that caused the Ministry to descend into chaos.

Upon mention of de Talone, Emily looked up, her expression unchanged despite her interest in the topic. At least they had the cooperation of neighbouring countries... and not so neighbouring ones too. But those pamphlets had been of some use, even if it wasn't a map to her front door. She'd have to pin her hopes on the woman resurfacing and extradition being an option.

Bennett's further statement amused her greatly, and this was evident by her grin... yes... her grin. "You don't need my permission for that," she noted, it was after all part and parcel with security patrols. But he was right about the Atrium. "Focus on the Atrium, I want it air tight..." and that went for the wad weighers and other patrol officers too. Air. Tight. No room for error. She'd rather have them waste five to ten minutes of the visitors time than have them smuggle things which were not in the Ministry's best interest.

His eyes lingered on the pin-pointed map for just a moment more before following Emily with his gaze, twisting in place as she moved over to her desk. Simon didn't move to sit down himself, this wasn't a social call after all. He did however gradually move over to stand behind the nearest chair, his hands moving from being clasped behind his back to resting lightly on the back of the chair.

Yes he noticed the grin he gained and admitted it was the better of the responses he could have gotten out of her. Definitely better then the near-glare he had gotten at the end of the last report he had given Emily. "Of course..." Simon mused with a nod. The woman didn't need to know that he was simply covering his bases when he asked permission. Better to have it confirmed especially if he ever had someone try and deny him access anywhere while he was patrolling.

"I'll do my best." That's all he himself could promise. It wasn't like the orientation a couple of years before when he alone had been wand weigher to most of those arriving there. Now there were others involved in the security of the atrium besides him and it wasn't as if he could guarantee their own complete compliance. All he could do was keep an eye on them as back-up when he was there.

Emily wasn't much for talking, and neither was Bennett, or so it seemed. Not for the first time, conversation lulled between them, and it didn't occur to her straight away. No. Emily kept reading, flicking, itching for her quill -- but resisting the urge to add annotations to the report... for now. A few moments passed, until she came to her senses... he was still here.

"Sorry, was there something else?" Anything else? Anything at all? Otherwise he was welcome to return to his duties. Mmhhmm. Emily fixed him with a gaze, eyebrows raised in anticipation.

"Nope, that would be all." There was nothing more to report from what Simon had been working on. Which could be seen as good news or bad news depending on how you looked at it. Simon himself had mixed feelings but at least it wasn't overly complicated for him, the other departments dealing with what was being found.

As for leaving he was waiting on her dismissal or at least had been waiting for Emily to tell him he could leave. Just in case there was anything else she needed of him. But seeing her look and the fact the department head had simply remained quiet as he stood there awaiting what was to come it was clear there was nothing more. The auror nodding at the unspoken dismissal and removing his hands from the chair as he straightened up to move. "I will get right on it," he assured her stepping back and turning to leave.

Nodding, he was nodding? So yes, there was something else?... but apparently getting on with it meant that there wasn't. Fascinating. Emily dismissed his nod and chalked it down to confusion, perhaps she had taken him by surprise with the question?

"Excellent, holler if you need anything," because she could make things happen. Security was high on her list of priorities, she wasn't cutting spending and wages for nothing. MLE would be in tip-top shape, starting from the base up. And this was the base, for obvious reasons. "Have a good day, Bennett," she added as he turned to leave. Yeah, she was trying this nice thing on for size, it was her good mood.. that's what it was.

Carrying a folder like thing, Josh made his way to the boss lady's office once he was done with the last coffee of the day. He tried not to drink the thing too much as he supposed it might be....unhealthy? Whatever. The results of the lab analysis was exactly ended up to be what he expected it to be.

Before knocking on the door, he tried to fix his wrinkled shirt a bit which was a total failure. Okay. Emily probably would not care what he wore anyway. He could very well walk in the office with...eh no...she surely would not like that so pushing the idea out of his mind, he knocked on the door twice.

She'd been in a meeting which ran overtime... so she wasn't in the best of moods as she navigated level two, casting a watchful eye on her employees as she passed.

Tucking her binder and a few flimsy looking folders under her arm, Emily paced herself down the corridor to her office, seeing that Josh was waiting for her improved her mood slightly. That meant there was news, right? "Carter," she greeted with a nod before uttering the password of the hour "hope you haven't been waiting long, what do you have for me?" As she said this she'd unlocked her door, giving them access to the office. Rather than dilly dallying in the hall, and seeing as she was a womanlady, Emily entered ahead of him.

Josh stood there a bit waiting for Emily to answer or let him in. He leaned against the wall as he waited yet it did not look like she was in her office. Well...no problem, then he could find her. She must be somewhere in the ministry and...

...there she was. Apparently she really was not in her office but there she came. Smiling a bit, Josh gave her a kind nod as a greeting. "Not really." he said about the waiting for long part. "It's not like i would give up even if i didn't find you here anyway." yup. If he was supposed to give her the news, he would surely chase her in every level within the ministry. He raised the folder "Finger print analysing results." he said and followed her into the office.

Oh good good, she didn't like the idea of people wasting time standing around. And as for not giving up on finding her, heh, "No, I daresay you wouldn't... though I suppose it's a good thing I haven't had any external meetings today." She was harder to track out of the Ministry, and she wouldn't expect to be found. At any rate, if it were an emergency a patrounus would suffice.

After dropping her binder on her desk, Emily opened her drawer and slipped in the topmost folder of her pile, then turned to return the rest in the filing cabinet to the side of the room. "Oooohh excellent, tell me it's good news," she asked, pleading. She'd had her suspicions that it may have been Edgeworth but with the Prophet trash talking Wes, she couldn't help but hope this shred of evidence didn't confirm De La Garza's argument. Not that he had a proper argument to begin with... what the man considered fact was clearly conjecture.

External meetings. Yeah. If she had had external meetings then Josh supposed it would have been rather difficult to find her if not impossible. Or just impossible. Whatever, she was there and he was not chasing her around. "External meetings i hope with not the Daily Prophet birds". They were beyond annoying and if Emily decided to meet and talk to them somehow, he had no doubt that they would somehow distort her words to make it look bad for the MLE.

The Auror raised the folder again and put it on her desk before opening a page with the analysing results and turning it around to show her. "I am not sure about considering it as good or bad news but it's Edgeworth. Seriously, even seeing this man's name annoys me. Would you let me have a piece of him once we manage to arrest him?"

Pleaseeee....