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**Brett Thatcher** · 07-29-2010, 05:11 PM

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Originally Posted by hermygirl

Alina wasnt quite sure what to make of Mr. Thatcher. His bug-eyed expression. His wild hair. And the brightly coloured robes. "Lovely to meet you," she said with a smile as he confirmed his name.

"Late?" Alina glanced at her watch. "Not at all! You're slightly early, but no worries." If the Division Head had thought their meeting was going to be complicated, she was now sure it was going to be worse. This inventor was eccentric, and not exactly to the point. Was he even focused enough to make an object with dark magic?

"Would you like me to sort you a cup of tea? I wouldn't to have interupted your routine." Alina looked apologetic as she started to guide the man towards the Conference Room. "We'll be heading into the Conference Room for our meeting, so I hope that's okay."

"Milk and three sugars, stirred counterclockwise seven times," Brett replied and he smiled. His smile made him look crazier. "I've never seen the inside of a Conference Room. Is it quieter than this loud area? I can't concentrate with all of this-this chattering and rustling of papers and pictures of brutish beings waving at everyone."

07-29-2010, 05:11 PM	#187 (permalink)
Brett Thatcher Other Characters Horklump Join Date: Mar 2009 Posts: 35	Quote: Originally Posted by hermygirl Alina wasnt quite sure what to make of Mr. Thatcher. His bug-eyed expression. His wild hair. And the brightly coloured robes. "Lovely to meet you," she said with a smile as he confirmed his name. "Late?" Alina glanced at her watch. "Not at all! You're slightly early, but no worries." If the Division Head had thought their meeting was going to be complicated, she was now sure it was going to be worse. This inventor was eccentric, and not exactly to the point. Was he even focused enough to make an object with dark magic? "Would you like me to sort you a cup of tea? I wouldn't to have interupted your routine." Alina looked apologetic as she started to guide the man towards the Conference Room. "We'll be heading into the Conference Room for our meeting, so I hope that's okay." "Milk and three sugars, stirred counterclockwise seven times," Brett replied and he smiled. His smile made him look crazier. "I've never seen the inside of a Conference Room. Is it quieter than this loud area? I can't concentrate with all of this-this chattering and rustling of papers and pictures of brutish beings waving at everyone."