Like Old Times || CLOSED
The files seemed to go on and on and on for Conrad, his eyes glossing over each major player of the Institute carefully. He had to admit, it was fun to look at such top secret files amongst a throng of mundanes completely unaware of the Shadowworld. Going about their business completely clueless to the Seelies, warlocks, and werewolves walking among them. But he was excited. Arthur granting him this opportunity was one he couldn't pass up and it smoothly tied in to his work in Parliament. Anything strange happened? He would be the first to know.
Conrad glanced down at his watch. 7:45pm. As punctual as ever, just like old times. A faint smirk grazed Conrad's lips before his hand reached forward to grasp the handle of his cup of tea.
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