Interviewing The Prophet: |unforgiving-prophet|
unforgiving-prophet
The echo of her heels tapping against the floor seemed louder than she had hoped for. She knew she should stop, but it was a nervous habit. She couldn't sit completely still, not while doing something this important.
Her boss called in sick at the newspaper, and she never expected him to allow her to fill in for him. Apparently he was meant to interview some high profile people in the city to comment of the False Shepherd and his possible links to the Vox Populi. This could be her chance to move up in the world.
She wore her finest clothes, which still weren't as amazing as some of the other women in Columbia's attire. She didn't have the time to sew her own dresses, nor shop for any truly special ones. Not to mention her lack of funds.
She were meant to meet her in the Bank Of Columbia. She wasn't sure why. In fact, she wasn't sure who she was meeting. Her boss didn't seem to know either. Odd and informal, it did seem. Perhaps they worked here, or maybe it was simply a secure place. People seemed fearful every since the raffle, and the higher members of society had a lot more risk of people killed.
After what seemed like years of waiting, someone finally entered the room. She was beyond surprised when she saw who it was.
The prophet himself....
No no.. This couldn't be happening,
She tried to keep her composure, but instead words fell clumsily out of her mouth.
"Father Comstock...?"
