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Elizabeth knew more than anyone the devastating effects of having Mister joey Drew as a boss. Being the only nurse around she personally got to tend to all of the side effects, leading her to be quite the busy woman. Still though, it never managed to change that heart of gold she possessed. She was on the side of her fellow employees, of course, and wasn’t afraid to stabd up against Mister Drew for those who needed it. Even if it sometimes ended with her leaving his office in tears.

Mister Bertrum Piedmont was one of the many overworked employees here at the studio. Joey did him so awfully bad, she was honestly surprised he didn’t have more blood pressure problems.  He was also rather stubborn, it seemed, but when he softened enough to give in to her offers the studio’s nurse offers a warm smile.

“It’s the least I can do for you, Mister Piedmont, really.” Elizabeth insisted softly, pulling over her cart of treats. It was something she had made up on her own, a cart to hold all of her treats and medical supplies. After all the studio was massive-- and sometimes it was simply unreasonable to go all the way back to the infirmary just to get something. Especially if someone was hurt. A cup is turned over, and filled with piping hot coffee. “How would you like it, sir?”

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“Uncle Bertrum!!!”

The sound of little feet running up wooden stairs was what followed Hope’s voice calling out. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be this far down in the studio without an adult, but the architect was an adult, so that would be fixed soon. 

The child had been searching everywhere for him, since Cam had started working upstairs, and when she couldn’t find him in the place where the haunted house was, she decided to look for him at the tables where he kept a lot of his concepts. Surely he was there!

“Uncle Bertrum! Cammy helped me make cookies, last night, and said I could bring some for everyone! See!?” When she did find the man, she didn’t hesitate to keep talking, holding up a small paper bag with probably had a few special cookies in it. 

“I set aside the best ones for you! I even snuck a smaller bag so I could bring them down to you, too, hehe! You always work so hard, so I thought you’d like the treat!”

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 A flat chuckle.

 -”My, my. By what act are you speaking of?..” There’s a moment’s pause as the man thought over.. his “options” for the time being.

 Down went yet another drip of ink, splatting on the wooden floor with a dull thud.

 -”Unlike you, Mr. Piedmont.”

 -”I chose not to bind myself to that complete mess of a man. He paid me, yes.. but, I technically could do whhaaateever I wanted, as long as it was kept within the boundaries of my job, of course. Such a flimsy thing that was..”

-”I had my own definition of “freedom” back then.”

-”Tell me. What was yours?”