29-03-2019, 05:55 PM
Lucinda's secretary was on her own break, so I slipped into her office. I'd only been in Helen's a couple of times, and it was about what you'd expect to see in the office of a busy person who's almost never there; everything shiny and new or barely used. Lucinda's office looked like what I imagine Bruce Wayne's lawyer's office looks like; antiques and leather furniture. Old books, all of which, she can't possibly have read, lined the shelves. A book was displayed under glass, open to a full-page illustration of a whirlpool; people screaming in torment. I shook it off and headed over to Lucinda's desk.
My hopes of finding a big sheet of construction paper with "My Evil Plan" in glitter-glue across the top and outlining every step of it were soon dashed. There were no papers on her desk, and looking at the drawers, I saw that each one had one of those big old-style keyholes on it. The kind that, if I used hairpins, I might have been able to figure out how to pick the lock. However, since I wasn't planning to get ready for the reception for a couple of hours yet, there wasn't anything in my hair that I could work with. I abandoned the idea. It would be bad enough to be caught in here, let alone be found kneeling at her desk with a pair of straightened paper clips. Looking around the desk again as an afterthought, I didn't see anything for holding paper clips, rubber bands, no little organizer. Did she even lock up her office supplies before going to lunch?
This was becoming an increasingly bad idea. I'd learned nothing and being in here now could only accomplish one thing: getting caught. I couldn't be punished for it; I was a guest of La Contessa's and was allowed everywhere in the castle except the dungeons and a couple areas above my security clearance. That didn't change the fact that it would look bad to be snooping here. I didn't even have an excuse if someone asked. It was time to leave.
I walked out of Lucinda's office, closed the door, and walked through the outer office to that door, when Lucinda de San Finzione stepped in through it and looked me in the eye.
My hopes of finding a big sheet of construction paper with "My Evil Plan" in glitter-glue across the top and outlining every step of it were soon dashed. There were no papers on her desk, and looking at the drawers, I saw that each one had one of those big old-style keyholes on it. The kind that, if I used hairpins, I might have been able to figure out how to pick the lock. However, since I wasn't planning to get ready for the reception for a couple of hours yet, there wasn't anything in my hair that I could work with. I abandoned the idea. It would be bad enough to be caught in here, let alone be found kneeling at her desk with a pair of straightened paper clips. Looking around the desk again as an afterthought, I didn't see anything for holding paper clips, rubber bands, no little organizer. Did she even lock up her office supplies before going to lunch?
This was becoming an increasingly bad idea. I'd learned nothing and being in here now could only accomplish one thing: getting caught. I couldn't be punished for it; I was a guest of La Contessa's and was allowed everywhere in the castle except the dungeons and a couple areas above my security clearance. That didn't change the fact that it would look bad to be snooping here. I didn't even have an excuse if someone asked. It was time to leave.
I walked out of Lucinda's office, closed the door, and walked through the outer office to that door, when Lucinda de San Finzione stepped in through it and looked me in the eye.
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