Who: Kate Bishop NPCs: Derek Bishop When: Friday, April 29th Where: Bishop household What: Kate decides to follow in her mother's footsteps, with an added bonus. Rating: PG
Kate skimmed the draft of a press release. "Bishop publishing to close three warehouses in the Manhattan area..." she read, "citing various reasons including..." She flipped past the first page and looked at the collection of pictures and surveys on the buildings in question.
Well, this was fortuitous. Kate nodded to herself, determined, and started deeper into the house. In just a few minutes, she was at her father's study. It was another stroke of luck that she managed to catch him at home. She paused outside the door, listening to a one sided conversation about the liquidation of a big retail store and the impact it was going to have on the industry on a whole.
When he hung up the phone, Kate rapped on the door frame. "Can we talk?" she asked, entering the study without waiting for an answer.
Her father glanced at her then continued shuffling through a stack of papers on his desk. "Now isn't a good time, Kate. I've got a dinner meeting--"
"It'll be quick," Kate promised. She dropped the group of papers on the desk. "You left this in the parlor."
"Thanks, honey." Her father barely looked at the stack of paper, focused instead on flipping through a manila folder and stuffing it into his briefcase. "You're a big help."
He was already on his feet and heading for the door. Kate rolled her eyes behind his back. It figured that her father would be content thinking misplaced papers was his daughter's most pressing concern.
"I want a building," Kate explained, matching his stride.
"I'm sorry, what?" That got his attention at least. "Like an apartment? You're too young for--"
"Not an apartment. I just happened to see the press release and I figured that it'd be foolish to sell real estate in the city when--"
"I'm not selling them. I'm not crazy."
"Oh? Is that so? Well, I mean in that case, there's a lot of uses for an empty building downtown. I mean, we could establish a--"
"Katie, I really don't have time for this at the moment."
"I know, I know." Kate paused by the front door, pulling her father's jacket off the hook and holding it open for him. "I know you don't really want to expand into the service sector, despite the fact it'd be great publicity but what if, you know, there was a worthwhile organization that happened to be looking for space and just maybe..."
Her father sighed heavily and adjusted his coat once. "If there is, we can talk about then. How's that?"
Kate smiled. "Fair enough."
"You really do take after your mother, you know that?"
"It's not a bad thing."
Her father leaned forward, kissing once on the cheek. "I never said it was. I'm off. I'll be home late."
"I know. Don't worry, daddy. I won't be waiting up."