she’s pretty sure conversation like that is something that she should bring up with hr. she knows men think all these things about her ––– that she’s a ditz and a dumb dora ––– and that they wonder how a pair of legs like her even got a job with macusa in the first place, but they rarely every voice those thoughts. at least not while she’s within earshot of them all. lips turn down into a scowl and she finds herself making a mental note to only serve the director’s coffee at scalding temperatures ( increasingly scalding temperatures, too. maybe it’ll only heat up the more he drinks instead of cooling down like normal. ).
“ i ain’t gawking, director graves, i’m waitin’. tina and i have lunch plans and she said for me to meet her up here –––– unless you no longer allow your aurors to feed themselves. in which case, i’ll write up a complaint. ” she probably shouldn’t mouth off to the director of magical law enforcement, but she feels it’s only fair given what he’s just said to her.
Graves has never been one to CONCEAL his thoughts ( emotions and intentions are a different story ), but thoughts aren’t something he really needs to keep hidden. they’re bound to come out at some point. he doesn’t DOUBT that Queenie has a brain, that she’s actually capable of something, but her femininity is a distraction in the workplace. if anything, she was hired to be a hotsy-totsy skirt for the office to gawk at and make crude comments about. it brings all the men closer, Graves thinks. and besides, it’s not like Graves is above any of the boyish gestures anyways.
❛ i’m sure your mouth can do MORE than just complain, Miss Goldstein, ❜ he mutters, pushing her aside as he flips through some of his papers, making his way into his office, having returned from making copies.
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