claire dearing is an olympic sprinter (heels) wrote in witchinghour,
Ringleader? Claire chuckled softly, deciding to take another donut as well. Why not, right? She'd probably burn off the calories power-walking in her heels today. This one was a Boston cream, though she was careful to not squirt any of the gooey center onto the workspace - that just wouldn't be productive.
"I'm just trying to help in the ways I know how." Some people here said being organized was a thankless task (depended on the day, how close she came to agreeing) but you know what? She was going to take on those duties anyway, and do her best because otherwise, what good was she. "I'm not a magician, I'm not a superhero, I'm not an assassin, I'm just an ex-Operations Director with no supernatural skills whatsoever who will be unemployed when home finally comes," she shrugged. "But public office? Maybe so. Owen could be my First Lady."