golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
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kim cole-essam
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POSTED ON Sept 16, 2021 1:36:41 GMT
He tilts his head lightly, a dismissive nod given her way as busied hands continued to shift through the document, amber eyes staying on the sheets as they shifted about.
“Suit yourself.”
Coming to a stop with his shuffling, Kim pulls out a single sheet of paper, sliding it onto the desk face up for her to see.
It’s a file on her father, the paper showing a list of his achievements among other personal information that would hold no real impact for someone of her relation.
“Karam Atiyeh, while his achievements don’t particularly stick out from most others, he is a veteran in the eyes of the league. He’s served us from the mundane to the extreme and his work speaks for itself- if I knew him better I would have been honored to shake his hand before his final farewell into retirement.”
A hand pulls the document back, setting it into the folder with a neutral expression, eyes moving from her to it as he took another file from the folder; her own.
While her fathers was filled with achievements, her own was barren, a fine line drawn in the sand between the two of them. Though this was not meant to create a schism, it was merely presented to fall into his next anecdote.
“And you are his daughter: Parvati Atiyeh, a bright eyed up and coming recruit with only a few months under your belt. And you’re already being call into my office.”
He chuckles, head shaking as he himself thinks of the bigotry in this decision that is not his own.
“But don’t worry, this isn’t anything serious.” Once more he pulls the paper away, slipping it into the folder as he did before.
“Have any clue why I requested you here, Miss Atiyeh? You’re allowed to guess if you’d like.”
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