#mswendypeyser

Mary Eunice was new member of U.N.C.L.E company. She heard there's a partner to work with her. She never works in pair, she prefers doing her job alone, she wasn't satisfied with this news, but who was she to complain? It was a huge company, good enough to make money more than her last place she worked. The secretary, guided Mary, till an office to meet the woman. Apparently her name is... Wendy Peyser. Knocking the door of her office, Mary Eunice waited patiently to the woman attend the door. mswendypeyser

" you can't cook anyway. "

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, that’s all.”

{{ Hopefully Wendy’s last smoke was worth every drag before she bit the big one. :p  }}

And then she remembered. Oh god she remembered. What the hell had possessed her to steal the bloody cat? She had been incredibly drunk and incredibly foolish and somehow thought it was incredibly smart to ‘save’ the thing from the dullest of alcoholic gatherings (something about teachers, wasn’t that what it was for? That part wasn’t so easy to recall...). She hadn’t done something so cringe-worthy since her early teens. Then again, she probably hadn’t drunk so much since then either. She sat up slowly onto her elbows - urgh her head - and the cat shifted too. She coaxed it closer with fussing and managed to grasp it’s collar. Yes, it hadn’t been a trick of the light, it had a name tag, with a number if lost (or stolen). A number she would now have to call, and coherently explain herself to, in her hungover state. Checking the time - it was later than she thought, the owner might answer after all - Mindful of the cat, she rolled over to the phone by the bed and began to dial, waiting for whoever might pick up at the other end of the line. She could only hope she could keep it together long enough for tis conversation to go well...

Today, Lana had to go and interview several teachers, the last on her list was a Ms. Peyser, one of the school’s two third grade teachers. Lana was the most nervous about this, the third grade having been an awful experience for her. The idea of entering a third grade classroom almost made her sick.