Author!Anon is going on a trip tomorrow, so there will be no updates, most likely the day after tomorrow either. So here is one last snippet for you, because I love Marci Stahl and couldn't help myself. When I'm back from my trip, I swear we'll go back to seeing Foggy interact with Matt (and Jackie! because Jackie Franklin Murdock is a cutie!).
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27.
"Marci?" he asks, his voice full of disbelief.
"Astoundingly observant as ever," Marci says. She waves her hand. "Are you just going to stand there like that? At least let me open the door."
He moves to the side. Marci steps up, puts the file under her chin and presses it to her sternum, fumbles with her purse. She fishes out a set of keys with a hum, then she fumbles with the lock. It clicks and the door opens. Marci pushes it and walks inside; Foggy peeks over her shoulder.
The office--The office. It looks like an update version of what they had here years ago, when this space belonged to Nelson, Murdock and Page. There's a sturdy wooden desk where Karen's wobbly one stood, a state-of-art copying machine where that disaster that Karen bought was. A few additional bookcases on both sides of the room. The wall separating their office from the financial one--is gone. Foggy blinks. There's still no wall.
Marci drops the thick file on the desk-that-was-Karen's and moves right, opens the door of the room that used to be Foggy's office. She glances at him over her shoulder. "First you were all but camping outside and now you don't even want to enter? Make up your mind, Foggy-Bear."
He steps inside and suddenly cannot breathe. It turns out the wall separating their office from the financial one is not entirely gone; most of it is, though, and a passageway was created between the two. Thanks to that the amount of space pretty much doubled.
"What happened to the wall?" he asks, because it seems like a safe question. There's a million others he'd like to ask, but doesn't know how to phrase.
"We had it removed three years ago," Marci explains. In Foggy's old office, she opens a window and then moves to rummage through shelves of bookcases that weren't there before. "After Kirsten come on board we kind of run out of space. The lovebirds didn't want to share a desk, so we needed extra."
"Kirsten? We?"
"A-ha!" Marci murmurs and picks up one of the folders from the shelf. She straightens and turns towards Foggy. "Yes, Kirsten. McDuffie, you work for her evil corporate father now, surely you've heard."
"I was under the impression that Kirsten worked with--with Matt," Foggy says slowly. The alternative seems ridiculous. "Not with you."
"She does work with her husband dear," Marci replies, her voice turning achingly sweet as it always did when she was being extra mean. "And Murdock in turn works with me. We're all partners at a prestigious law firm, see how these things work out? Foggy-Bear, didn't you notice the sign by the door? 'Murdock, Stahl and McDuffie, attorneys-at-law'. And damn good attorneys, I may add."
Apparently not as ridiculous. Somehow he manages to keep his jaw from dropping. "You work with Matt? You work with Matt?"
"When you bailed on him, someone had to come in and make sure Murdock didn't drown here all on his lonesome. Luckily for him and the world at large, I was still unemployed at the time." Marci seats herself behind the desk and opens the folder. "And when we managed to secure Steve Rogers as a client, I thought that leaving was a bad idea. Who would want to leave a firm that represents Captain America?" She looks up at him and smiles sweetly. "Now please get out, some of us actually have work to do and would really like to do it. If you're waiting for one of the lovebirds, you can do that outside of my office. That's what the couch out there is for."
Foggy runs a hand over his face, but drops it when the meaning of the last two sentences dawns on him. Her office. Of course, she worked here, she was a partner here, apparently. But. Marci's office. "This was my office," he says quietly.
"It was your office. And now it is my office," Marci replies. "Crazy how these things change, isn't it. But that's just it. Circle of life, Foggy-Bear."
Fill: All Our Yesteryears [4,5/?]
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27.
"Marci?" he asks, his voice full of disbelief.
"Astoundingly observant as ever," Marci says. She waves her hand. "Are you just going to stand there like that? At least let me open the door."
He moves to the side. Marci steps up, puts the file under her chin and presses it to her sternum, fumbles with her purse. She fishes out a set of keys with a hum, then she fumbles with the lock. It clicks and the door opens. Marci pushes it and walks inside; Foggy peeks over her shoulder.
The office--The office. It looks like an update version of what they had here years ago, when this space belonged to Nelson, Murdock and Page. There's a sturdy wooden desk where Karen's wobbly one stood, a state-of-art copying machine where that disaster that Karen bought was. A few additional bookcases on both sides of the room. The wall separating their office from the financial one--is gone. Foggy blinks. There's still no wall.
Marci drops the thick file on the desk-that-was-Karen's and moves right, opens the door of the room that used to be Foggy's office. She glances at him over her shoulder. "First you were all but camping outside and now you don't even want to enter? Make up your mind, Foggy-Bear."
He steps inside and suddenly cannot breathe. It turns out the wall separating their office from the financial one is not entirely gone; most of it is, though, and a passageway was created between the two. Thanks to that the amount of space pretty much doubled.
"What happened to the wall?" he asks, because it seems like a safe question. There's a million others he'd like to ask, but doesn't know how to phrase.
"We had it removed three years ago," Marci explains. In Foggy's old office, she opens a window and then moves to rummage through shelves of bookcases that weren't there before. "After Kirsten come on board we kind of run out of space. The lovebirds didn't want to share a desk, so we needed extra."
"Kirsten? We?"
"A-ha!" Marci murmurs and picks up one of the folders from the shelf. She straightens and turns towards Foggy. "Yes, Kirsten. McDuffie, you work for her evil corporate father now, surely you've heard."
"I was under the impression that Kirsten worked with--with Matt," Foggy says slowly. The alternative seems ridiculous. "Not with you."
"She does work with her husband dear," Marci replies, her voice turning achingly sweet as it always did when she was being extra mean. "And Murdock in turn works with me. We're all partners at a prestigious law firm, see how these things work out? Foggy-Bear, didn't you notice the sign by the door? 'Murdock, Stahl and McDuffie, attorneys-at-law'. And damn good attorneys, I may add."
Apparently not as ridiculous. Somehow he manages to keep his jaw from dropping. "You work with Matt? You work with Matt?"
"When you bailed on him, someone had to come in and make sure Murdock didn't drown here all on his lonesome. Luckily for him and the world at large, I was still unemployed at the time." Marci seats herself behind the desk and opens the folder. "And when we managed to secure Steve Rogers as a client, I thought that leaving was a bad idea. Who would want to leave a firm that represents Captain America?" She looks up at him and smiles sweetly. "Now please get out, some of us actually have work to do and would really like to do it. If you're waiting for one of the lovebirds, you can do that outside of my office. That's what the couch out there is for."
Foggy runs a hand over his face, but drops it when the meaning of the last two sentences dawns on him. Her office. Of course, she worked here, she was a partner here, apparently. But. Marci's office. "This was my office," he says quietly.
"It was your office. And now it is my office," Marci replies. "Crazy how these things change, isn't it. But that's just it. Circle of life, Foggy-Bear."