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вσσкєя § ∂єωιтт (shockjockey) wrote in makebelievelog,

"I'm sure you're right. There's no short of jobless people coming in this place." He wasn't going to loose any sleep over it. They would be just fine handling the paperwork and whatnot on their own until someone came along. Booker never had a secretary before, much less another PI, so any of this was a luxury and new. Nothing he was too worried about.

Booker was on the road to attempting not to do his regular 'thing' as that usually got him into trouble. But it did always work well for him when it came to getting things done, didn't make a whole lot of friends in the process, but he wasn't as concerned with making friends as he was his job. Elizabeth made him think more on that.

Holding the door open for Bo when they reached the store, a list of needs running in his mind on what they would need. The place smelled new and expensive. All if these futuristic placed were. Booker hoped it wasn't. "And filing cabinets with locks. Lamps, pens, papers, all that stuff."