"Did you break your wand?"
“Do you want to get rid of me that badly, Regulus? I’m still going to be better than you at Charms, you know.”

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"Did you break your wand?"
“Do you want to get rid of me that badly, Regulus? I’m still going to be better than you at Charms, you know.”
Location: lumos Industries, fifth floor, legal department Time: late evening @inwaiting
Fucking Oculus.
It had been a source of constant stress for the last three years.
Usually, Ava enjoyed working for Pandora. There was a mutual respect between them and, she had to admit, the other woman was extremely interesting. But she was also extremely stubborn. When she felt she had a breakthrough idea, no amount of legal advice could sway her from it.
Pulling it from production last March had been their compromise.
Sat in her coveted corner office, Ava had turned her chair away from the desk; the floor to ceiling windows gave her a pretty breathtaking view of the city. Heels kicked off and one leg pulled up, the other tucked under her, she could all but hear her mum scolding her to sit properly. Frankly, she had bigger things to worry about than creasing her trousers.
It was a small mercy that the use of actual paperwork was long outdated, or her desk would’ve been piled high with it. Instead, the pages and pages of reviews, reports and criticisms coming in from Oculus’ launch were all stored on a slim tablet. Beside it on the desk lay her phone, equally ignored, even when it started to ring. Twisting just enough to see the caller ID, she didn’t bother reaching for it.
Regulus.
Ava let it go to voicemail, yet again.
She hadn’t been in touch, like she’d promised. Still stung and fuming over the thought of him keeping something from her, especially when that something involved Augustus, she’d screened every one of his calls since. Perhaps if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been surprised when her assistant’s came through on the intercom barely ten minutes later.
“Miss Parkinson? Mr. Black is here to see you.”
For a good few seconds, her only response was to close her eyes, as if this would somehow help with her growing headache.
“Send him in.”