“The latter, unfortunately. I suppose I
should be honored that we’re considered
part of his little ‘wolf pack’ he has.”
So much for being a “lone wolf.” Lang was just
as stubborn as miles when it came to accepting
company or friends. Neither was particularly
healthy, but Edgeworth didn’t have much room
to judge given his own circumstances. As for
mentioning travel…
A huffing chuckle left him when she went on
about how busy her flight plans were. She
always had the more busy schedule between
the two of them, mainly because the nature of
her work required it, while Miles was more or
less grounded unless there was an urgent need
of his talents.
“Most would envy you. But by the sound
of your voice, I would almost assume you
had your bags lost at some point.”
It happened to him the first time around, but
he doubted such a fate would happen to her
little sister’s luggage. God should bless the
soul that would have to deal with that.
“—Ah, yes. Ms. Andrews stopped by to
see if you were in. I told her you were
away for the time being. Then there’s
some files I need to hand over to you…”
Which he reached over to grab and then
gave.
“And Prosecutor Gavin’s been dying to
meet you. That is all—”
Suddenly he sounded like her secretary.
He paused, huffing to himself.
"Thank you very much; I'll handle those."
With utmost honesty, the elder sister would whip the
foolish fools in the airport should such a mishap happen
to her. At any rate, she received the documents and
made a mental note of the people who needed to meet
her, then she gave a small, thin smile towards her sibling.
Then as if she had remembered something, Franziska
took the file that she carried with her, then placed it on
the table and patted it with a gloved hand for
extra measure.
"You'd want to see these-- these cases are
far more interesting than the drivel that you're
forced to solve right now. Best to look these through
and get back to me as soon as possible; I'll arrange
your flight when you are convenient."
