Jun 7
it was a job. that's all it was supposed to be, but all too quickly beth realised just how much more than a job her role was. well, perhaps not hers. the people that worked around her thought were important. working and dealing with matters which had been but a mere fantasy to her growing up. when the most that she had to worry about was folklore about min min lights that could take her away. "good morning, ms stewart." the words are automatic as they fall from her lips, looking up as the unyielding woman approaches her. "don't suppose you'd have anything to do with all the tube delays this morning, would you?"
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