Stormy Weather | Fury & Daisy | Au Noir
"Fury? Sir--Mr. Fury..."
Daisy was sure that if she had longer hair, she'd have been pulling it out by now. There was a pencil stuck behind one ear, a pen behind the other, and several stacks of paper in what had been her otherwise empty arms just half an hour ago. She wasn't even a writer, not that she wouldn't have died for a job like that. It was glamorous somehow, printed words, and deadlines. Scandals and mysteries. Like something she'd only read in books before she'd gotten to New York.
Technically, she was still only reading about it, being Nick Fury's secretary was as close as she could really get. But it was close enough. At least for now, and maybe if she kept her head up long enough, she'd find herself behind a writing desk some day as well. At least she could dream.
"Sir--...You've got an appointment in half an hour, and the phone has been ringing so much it's practically hot. My ears burn every time I pick it up. Everyone's buzzing about the--...thing. At the Cat."
