Who: Connor Bone and Harley Harlowe What: Meeting with the boss Where: Connor's office When: November seventh. In the afternoon. Warnings: N/a
Harley was positive Connor didn't want to yell at her. He wasn't the type, which was good. It was one of the reasons she liked being an adult. You didn't really get yelled at quite so much. But Connor could be asking her to his office to quietly fire her from her position. She really was a crappy caretaker. She didn't really do anything for her charges. There were no rescue missions or break throughs, not really. She had one job, and she failed miserably at it. She entirely expected to be fired.
How could anyone really trust her with charges? Maybe that was what he wanted to talk about. Wow. She was starting to imagine all the impersonal ways Connor could let her down gently. She shoved the thoughts away and knocked on Connor's office door before letting herself in. "This is about Travis, huh?" She started off, feeling like she'd swallowed a bundle of nerves and she could quite keep them down.
Stiles was no help in her head; he was prone to the same nerves and pessimistic world views. He was probably making it worse. "I knew it was fishy. I knew it was weird that so many reincarnates 'found' flyers for a haunted house specifically aimed toward mundies. I should have said something sooner. But I'm paranoid, I'm always looking out for bad situations, it's a really annoying character trait. So I try to keep a lid on it. But I should've at least said something to my charges, they trust me and I failed them. I know. So if you want to fire me, I understand, even though this could have been done a lot easier in an email or message..."