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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Trowa Notes: Challenge 112. Baby Series 3 #105. Takes place a few minutes after Trowa. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Wild Assumptions "Yes, Mr. Winner will be unavailable until approximately eight tomorrow evening." Trowa rolled his head against the headrest and sighed. It should not be so hard to arrange a little time off for Quatre. Some days he felt like telling people exactly what he thought of them. It was actually Quatre's fault he was so indispensible. He had felt the need to show he knew what he was doing and shaped the command hierarchy of the company to have him at its centre. Quatre was only indispensible because he had made it so, now Trowa had to move heaven and earth to get people to show a little initiative at short notice. "Yes, I know Mr. Winner was scheduled to attend, but someone else needs to go in his place." God, they babbled on and on about nothing. He had to talk to Quatre about revising the protocols he had put in place. People did their jobs, displayed insight and intelligence and never finalized anything until Quatre gave the okay. Trowa had to wonder if anyone scratched their backsides independently or if they waited for Quatre to issue a memo. "Michelle, will you please just do as you are told? Quatre is unavailable and will remain unavailable… no, that will not do… He's in conference until he works a particular matter out… Michelle, do you want to keep your job?" That got her attention. He had not actually told her she would be fired, but it had been suggested and everyone worried about their job security. He did not want to start tossing around lies and saying Quatre was in conference was better than saying he was drugged and tossed into bed to get some much needed rest. But he still did not like lying, it was not worth the trouble it caused. "You don't need to know who he is in conference with… I never said he was in conference with the King!" Where did the woman get these ideas? She had to be one of the driving forces behind the rumour mill that ran rife at the office. Little white lies were always circulating, speculation running rife, and usually there was a blow up somewhere when the truth eventually did circulate. "No, Michelle! Look, I have work to do and other arrangements to make to cover for Quatre. I don't have the time to feed your wild assumptions… I do not want to hear one whisper about Quatre holding secret talks with the palace, do you hear me? Not one whisper!" He groaned softly, the woman was relentless. She clearly thought he was covering up, shedding little white lies to disguise clandestine meetings with the palace. It would be so much easier to bundle Quatre up, stuff
him on a plane and head out to destination unknown. If Quatre dropped
dead (perish the thought!) someone would have to take over the running
of the company. That poor shmuck needed to come out of the woodwork
now! ~ * ~ |
