Open Starter - f/nb - available to all writing partners.
connection options: his wife / fiance / girlfriend.
( please see pinned post if we’ve never written together )
The last hour of Arthur’s life had turned upside down, he started his morning giving a talk to his son’s school. Halfway through he was pulled away with information that the head of the CIA his direct superior was in the hospital under the threat of poisoning. Meaning he was now the head of the CIA. He called his wife the first moment he could but it went to voicemail. Almost thirty minutes later he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He headed into his superior’s office, though now deemed his office until further notice. “Babe?” He heard her voice, sounding chipper as usual, he shook his head. “No it’s fine, listen. Are you definitely alone?”
She was pottering– sliding in time to nurse her iced coffee, that truthfully was hard cold foam, and water her plants in between some arbitrary meetings. Nestling into her office chair and a fifteen free minutes to spend, she noticed the missed call, her fingers slipped around her phone, calling his number and pulling her phone to her ear. "Hello handsome, sorry I missed your call" she sung through the phone, enjoying the simplicities of her day. "Am I disturbing you?" Knowing his schedule was likely way more stacked than her own. "Uh–huh, I'm working from home...is everything okay?" detecting some hesitation in his tone.
