[The file's been in Apollo's hands for a few days now, and he still has no idea what he's supposed to do. He'd mistakenly grabbed it while cleaning up the office (hey, someone has to do it, if Mr. Wright won't), only to realize it contained the details of the Misham case. Details his boss hadn't shared with him. It had stung a little at first; Apollo had thought Kristoph's deeds catching up to him would mean the end of all the secrecy, but apparently he'd been wrong. Then, the dismay had quickly turned into confusion.
Thalassa Gramarye, the note clipped to the photo reads. Sure, she's beautiful, and Apollo can even see the resemblance between her and Trucy if he looks for it, but that isn't what catches his attention whenever he sees the picture. The bracelets are an exact match for his, and Apollo can scarcely believe what that might mean. Though there are million questions clamoring in his mind for answers (Does Mr. Wright know anything about this? Why didn't he say anything?), Apollo turns his thoughts to the one person he knows he should be talking to about this--Trucy. Much as he wants to get Clay's opinion on the whole thing, Apollo balks at sharing the information with anyone else. It feels...wrong, somehow.]
Are you busy today? [Apollo deletes his half-written texts about six times before he finally sends the short question over. Not for the first time, he's grateful to have text as a buffer against Trucy's keen eyesight for a little while longer. It's been hard enough avoiding her suspicion since he found the file. Now, all he can do is wait for her to reply.]
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Thalassa Gramarye, the note clipped to the photo reads. Sure, she's beautiful, and Apollo can even see the resemblance between her and Trucy if he looks for it, but that isn't what catches his attention whenever he sees the picture. The bracelets are an exact match for his, and Apollo can scarcely believe what that might mean. Though there are million questions clamoring in his mind for answers (Does Mr. Wright know anything about this? Why didn't he say anything?), Apollo turns his thoughts to the one person he knows he should be talking to about this--Trucy. Much as he wants to get Clay's opinion on the whole thing, Apollo balks at sharing the information with anyone else. It feels...wrong, somehow.]
Are you busy today? [Apollo deletes his half-written texts about six times before he finally sends the short question over. Not for the first time, he's grateful to have text as a buffer against Trucy's keen eyesight for a little while longer. It's been hard enough avoiding her suspicion since he found the file. Now, all he can do is wait for her to reply.]