InsaneJournal

Who: Belle and Winston
What: reporting for duty
When: 7/4 after this log
Where: Frost Enterprises
Rating: PG because Winston is a dirty old man
Status: complete

Belle sighed as she went back into the Frost Enterprises building. She’d stopped to get some donuts for herself, because she wanted some comfort food after failing to get the Summers somewhere safe. She understood their reasons for staying, Scott was always a man of action, but she still wished they’d listened to sense.

She went to Winston’s office, munching a donut as she went. She knocked politely before entering anyway. She was his assistant, after all.

“Hello, Belle. Welcome back. Coffee?” The desk monitor went off, and he turned his attention to her, nodding. After a brief conversation with his wife, he was quite happy with the morning’s activities.

“Yes, of course.” She said with a laugh, putting a small paper bag on his desk. “How’s Miz Hazel?” She poured herself a cup and took her seat.

“Annoyed by the security measures, horrified by the pictures of these things I sent and of the devastation of the previous situation, and good, otherwise.” He smirked. “And very flexible.” He might be a little evil.

Belle rolled her eyes. “Save it for Miz. Emma, sir. It takes more than thinkin’ of what you and Miz. Hazel do during your Skype sessions to turn my stomach.” She took a long draw off her coffee for emphasis.

Winston grinned. “Why thank you. And how do things look today, now that the building has it’s security force in place?” A security force far more deadly than most like it.

“Bon, sir. I’ll be bored all day.” She said with a laugh.

“I somehow doubt it. Not with how things are going. I’m sure you’ll get your exercise.” Winston sadly thought it likely.

Belle nodded, her expression grave for a moment. “I’m not exactly chompin’ at the bit, but I’m ready to defend this place and your people with all I’ve got, as long as you promise you’ll care for Vanille if anything bad happens to me.”

“I know, Belle. and of course I would.” He nodded. “But no dying. It’s a rule.”

“Yes sir.” She said, her normal cocky grin returning.
~fin~