Things have been a little hectic and there's been a few changes to life that have meant I am now making excuses for not posting anything on Friday again. Sorry!
So my time management needs a little work but for now have an untitled tale I wrote some time ago.
Phoebe flopped down on to the sofa with a huff and was immediately handed a mug of coffee.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
Mal raised their eyebrows but didn’t ask. The nearest table was occupied by a civilian couple, who might have looked like they were consumed by their own conversation but it was still too much of a risk.
“So how was the Geneva thing?” Phoebe looked a little perkier now that she had caffeine in her system, a slice of chocolate cake seemed to have also grabbed her attention if the longing glances she was giving it were anything to go by.
“Yeah, well it’s not my fault and it’s no longer my problem. Head office has taken over.”
Mal shrugged and sipped at the hot chocolate. The fuck up in Geneva had nothing to do with Mal, who had just been doing exactly as ordered. It was the Swiss lot that fucked up, back-up too slow to arrive and stop the whole place from becoming an inferno. Ok so the fire had been Mal’s fault but they were in a tight spot and needed a way out. Fucking Swiss idiots.
“Yeah well, the whole operation’s had to move to Berlin after the asset moved away. And, well we all know what it’s like in Germany. Best handled by head office and kept well away from me.”
“I heard there was a fire.” Phoebe smirked over the top of her mug.
“Shut up.” Mal nudged her arm and caught the attention of the waitress.
“Can we have 2 slices of that chocolate cake, please?”
“Sure, lovey. Would you like it heating up?”
“Yes, please.” Phoebe waited until the waitress had left to snuggle up to Mal’s left arm. “This is why you’re my favourite.”
“Yeah well, this is going mean murder at the gym.” Mal took another sip.
“Who cares? Future Phoebe and Mal can worry about the gym.”
“Future Mal already hates present Mal.”
“N’aww, but I love present Mal.”
The cake soon arrived and with it came the exit of the next door couple, leaving Phoebe and Mal almost alone in the corner of the coffee shop.
“So what’s got you all grumpy pants?”
“My target went AWOL.”
“How? I thought you had a tracker.”
“So did I, but the guy buggered up, only attached it to one car. He left that in the car park and went off in some other car and by the time we worked it out he was out of the city.” Phoebe sighed and took a huge forkful of cake. He hasn’t taken anything out of his flat so he’ll be back soon. I’ve got a couple of bodies watching out for him and we’ll pick up when he gets back. S’gonna be long night waiting for a call.”
“Guess the cake makes sense now.”
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