She moves quietly, crossing the room to the other side, where a stack of papers lie askew on an end table next to an armchair nearby. A neighboring lamp illuminates the crispness of the white parchment against the golden hues of the observatory.
Emily picks up the stack, rifling through for something that might look like a letter, or the names of Edward and Leona. The signature of a doctor. Anything suspicious. Her eyes scan through the scrawled sentences, the notes and scribbles. So far, none of it stands out as what they're looking for. She sees the name of what she assumes are old contacts, and some miscellaneous information concerning new developments in medical practices. This is the house of the aforementioned doctor, then, she can only guess.
She speaks, her tone still low, but carrying far enough to be heard by Alec.]
no subject
She moves quietly, crossing the room to the other side, where a stack of papers lie askew on an end table next to an armchair nearby. A neighboring lamp illuminates the crispness of the white parchment against the golden hues of the observatory.
Emily picks up the stack, rifling through for something that might look like a letter, or the names of Edward and Leona. The signature of a doctor. Anything suspicious. Her eyes scan through the scrawled sentences, the notes and scribbles. So far, none of it stands out as what they're looking for. She sees the name of what she assumes are old contacts, and some miscellaneous information concerning new developments in medical practices. This is the house of the aforementioned doctor, then, she can only guess.
She speaks, her tone still low, but carrying far enough to be heard by Alec.]
Why did you take this... "job" on?