“Well, my aunt is a police officer last I checked, so even if I wasn’t a rich man in LA I’m sure they’d still be listening about this.” Of course. He holds even more of a benefit in the family name holding as much weight as it does- and then there’s the lawyer step-dad-
He furrows his brow while he quickly and easily taps papers into a neat pile.
“Besides, I write many things for my job. It’s good to keep track of things, and as the head secretary I also take on assistant jobs for my Uncle as well. He knows I won’t mess up on what to send to clients because I’m sure to write down anything necessary to Know about each client.” Talking about his job Also seems to be a bit of a relaxer for him. Go figure.
But the mention of ‘Ma’ steels his face all over again. It seems like mothers could be a touchy subject. In fact, he glances Fenna over at the comment. Just a hint suspicious. Many thoughts run through his head too quickly to keep track of so he shoves his annoyance back down and. Dumps out paper clips to sort.
“You aren’t my mother. That’s correct.” It’s a little cold. He clears his throat.
“It certainly is a lot, but I’m sure I’ll be okay.” He’s sorting the paper clips by size which seems to calm his tone back down. “Really, if you need someone to talk to though- I can listen while I work.” It’s mostly a curtesy to offer. She could take him up on it or push him about himself. “I imagine you have places you’d much rather be as well. I recall a few mentioning a train or bus earlier- and you’re from Chicago. Clearly some traveling has been done.”
