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The documents are scattered along the table far more carefully than dust had been, the light above flickering in a soft, vacillating hue, unsecured to the ceiling enough to likely raise a few pen-pushing OSHA eyebrows. It provides all the wonderful ambiance of a low-budget episode of X-Files—decades old and a piss-poor representation of what federally-sanctioned life should be.
The coffee is cold and, for a moment, Cat Grant feels like a journalist again despite the couture jacket and perfectly-manicured nails tapping along the edge of the mug.
“So,” She doesn’t look up from this latest document, scouring for leads between the lines of money that most people won’t look to far in to. Dismantling organizations usually is found in the money, not the crime. The sad reality of a depressingly mundane dystopia. “Are we going to talk about all of your poor life choices, or are you just going to sit there all…broody and mysterious? It’s a good look.”
