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Johnny hadn't been the paper company's first visitor that day, though.

Aside from their numerous delivery men, guests of the boss, a passing ex-worker, now pregnant with her first child, there was someone who almost quite literally looked like he was fresh out of a Texan movie.

Complete with the coat, a scarf and a hat, Lee Scoresby came by two minutes earlier than the poor battered man, smiling at the amused receptionist and greeting her a good evening. "I'd just recently dropped by and was wondering if you have any form of employment you could offer to a wayfarer like me."

As for Hester, she was by his feet, head turned to the direction of the young man being shooed away from the building. She tilted her head and twitched her long ears.

"Well, you dropped by too late," the redhead said with a giggle, pushing up her thick-rimmed glasses with sharp peaks at the end. "Try again tomorrow, Mister. Maybe our manager will be willing to see you." She winked at him. "Who knows, at this day and age, we might need a cowboy, after all!" She and her girls laughed among themselves. "But yes, why don't you drop by tomorrow again, hm?"

"I'd be much obliged," Lee said with a tip of his hat. "Good evening, ladies," he said again, was greeted back, and turned to leave. By then, he would have a good view of the other man's back as he followed him out ten steps away and back to New York's evening, his eyes stayed with the young man who sat with his head in his hands.

"Looks like we ain't the only ones looking for employment, Lee," Hester noted to him as she looked up to him from his feet. When she found that he was moving to his direction, though, she'd wished she'd proposed the idea of an inn before anything else. "Noooo, Lee!" she called but would he listen? She figured he wouldn't. She hopped along.

"Good evening, Sir," Lee said to the younger fellow as he came up beside him. "Would you care if I bought you a drink?"

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