 Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now
Something about Winter made everyone lazy, including his usually diligent staff. He was currently writing strict memos to a handful of Prophet journalists about their missed deadlines and how it may result in suspension and slash or docked pay. His efforts were stopped short by a knock on the door. Hoshino's thick brows furrowed together and his lips settled on a thin line. The Editor in Chief leaned back on his swiveling chair, his tongue finding its niche behind a molar.
He listened to the secretary slash receptionist in silence, slowly organizing the papers and notes he had been working on before the interruption. Ian Hoshino opened a drawer to put them in just as the Morgan boy knocked again. Resolutely, Ian stood up, pushed the chair back in place and walked to the door. In one move he opened the door and looked down at Plymouth.
"A blond lady? You didn't happen to take a name, did you?" he asked, holding out his hand for the invitation he had mentioned first. "Never mind. Asking you that was pointless," he mumbled, almost to himself in an awful habit he had picked up as of late. Ian sucked his teeth noisily and stuffed one of his hands into one of his trouser's pockets. "Invitation," he said at last, still holding out his hand for it. |