While this online dating site programme we seem to be running here is charming, there is still a rather more urgent issue in the fact that we have no flights.
While a minimal amount of time with MJN is far more enjoyable and relaxing, sadly, I have a company to run.
She heard him, after the longest and most careful preparations she’d ever seen him make, leave. The sound of her car starting. Him (rather sloppily) driving away.
In her own company, Carolyn finally allowed herself to think about it. Martin and Arthur.
Who knew? From her experience, she guessed that disaster was probably going to strike one way or another. Martin’s attempts and Arthur’s help, in a restaurant. Nightmare. But that wasn’t really the point. She allowed one thing, one earnest spark of frailty to occur to her. Am I alright with this?
She smiled, the smallest and secretest of small secretive smiles. Snoopadoop curled up at her feet lazily, tired of following Arthur around the house, and Carolyn leaned back in her chair.
She decided to follow her instincts. She didn’t know, but so long as she had a son and a pilot who were happy…or at least considerably more happy than usual…not her problem. She was assured, somewhat, that Martin would (try to) treat Arthur well, and that she…didn’t dislike him too much, at least.
(The fact it was him was actually quite nice. He was a nice boy, though naturally, she would not admit that to anyone, barely to herself.)
Well, that’s quite enough of that for one day. What’s next? Will Douglas and elope? Any more secrets anyone would like to reveal? Because naturally, I enjoy being here a tremendous amount. It’s not like I already spend a tormentingly large amount of time with the airline already.
mjn-captain-crieff asked: Oh God no. He'd slaughter me.
And, though I’m loathe to admit it, he would slaughter me in a similar way, because he knows I probably can’t replace him- well, I couldn’t replace him legally. Breaking laws is rather more risky without an expert criminal to bluff our way out of punishment.
mjn-captain-crieff asked: And you're still set on not cutting Douglas's pay...?
That’s really something you’d have to take up with him, Martin.
mjn-captain-crieff asked: Of course you're not. If you had any speck of interest, you'd be giving me a nice salary.
The main reason for you not having a salary is because I can’t give you a salary. If that ever happens (perhaps if one of us finds a magic lamp, that seems the most likely cause) I can assure you that I would pay you. I can also assure you that I still won’t be any less indifferent to what you do with it.
mjn-captain-crieff asked: It's not inane, Carolyn! I actually have a job. Granted, not a very /good/ job, but it still pays. Sort of.
Yes, you know that thing I said earlier about being indifferent to your affairs?
mjn-captain-crieff asked: Directly insulting me? Carolyn, what were you going to say? And I didn't say anything because I knew your reaction would be...uneasy.
I’m sure you have other things to spend your money on, frankly, and you should know me well enough to know that I am really just indifferent to whatever inane things you get up to in your spare time.
Anonymous asked: poor simple thing, he only wants to please everyone.
I would hardly call him poor, simple or a thing, but he does want everyone to be happy.