ONE | THE UNBEARABLE TRAGEDY OF GETTING WHAT YOU WANT
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"Where is Five?" Tate asked her assistant who was going through some files. "I'll ask Derek," Julia stated as Tate got up from her seat. "How much time do we have?" Tate asked, walking to the door. "Ninety minutes," Julia answered, looking at her watch.
"Good time," Tate muttered. "Hey, does this look weird?" Tate asked the young woman as her eyes landed on the dress. "Fine, I would tell you if it didn't," Julia responded.
"We have this birthday party, a kid's might I add and I wonder if is this too..." Tate looked down at the form-fitting black dress, her hands uncomfortably sliding down her hips. "Kids won't remember what their aunt and uncles wore at their birthday party," Julia reassured the girl. "If you say so," Tate said before picking up her bag and walking out of her office.
"Drop this Keeper nonsense. Move on," The man pleaded with Five as Tate knocked on the door to the office beside her. "Come in," The man urged before Julia turned the door knob. "Hey... hoping I'm not interrupting anything," Tate said, pushing through the door.
"I think it's time you got back to your other cases," The man said, his hand lying on the desk. "Ladybug, Panma, Chicken Wing," Tate listed out before Five turned to face her. "Hi," Five greeted his wife, smiling softly at her.
