“Yeah, sure, go ahead.” Varrick wasn’t really paying attention. He was more focused on solving his problem. It felt like the solution was obvious, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. “I can just hire armed guards, that’s obvious, but it would take a fortune to get enough to hold off an entire crew of pirates for every ship. But if there was a way to have one person do the job of a whole team…”
He needed something to fill the gap. Technology, bending, anything would do. Varrick hopped into his desk chair and vigorously rummaged for a photo of one of his ships, throwing anything that was in his way to the side. Things scattered to the floor, but he didn’t care. He had forgotten his new assistant was even there. She wasn’t relevant at the moment.
He stared at the photo, intently enough that if he were a firebender he would have burned a hole in it. He tried to imagine boarding it. The pirates’ ship would have to come up on the side. There was nowhere else to board but the deck. If there was a way to make the deck impassible…
“I’ve got it! We’ll build a wall!” Varrick stood up, smacking his fist into his hand. Then he thought about it a little more. “No, then we won’t be able to get our goods off the ship. We’ll build a door in the wall! Well, then the pirates could just use the door. What’s a wall that’s not a wall…?”
Varrick sat down again, head in his hands. He was thinking. And he was hungry. He’d had someone here to take care of that a second ago, hadn’t he? Why weren’t they doing their job? “Assistant! Where’s my lunch?”
She spends the next hour or so remarkably productive, considering the total lack of guidance. Typically, a new boss would spend this time showing her where her work station was and going over a list of her daily duties. But… she can work with vague demands if that's how this is going to be.
Sending the necessary telegrams is the easy part. Lunch is a bit more of a puzzle. But, ultimately, it really doesn’t take long at all to pop into the handful of restaurants and food vendors located a convenient distance from the office, ask if they’d ever had any orders from the Global Industries building, and find out what those orders were. It seems as though her new boss is a man of habit; he has his favorites and he sticks to them. She works out an agreement with the food seller that this one will go on his tab; she’s yet to be allocated any business funds, and it’s sure as hell not coming out of her own pocket. There’s a line between making a good first impression and being taken advantage of that she has no interest in crossing.
She’s barely in the front door before she hears him shouting for his lunch. Perfect timing. She bursts into the office, places the food on his desk, and scoops the scattered papers and photographs off the floor in one smooth, graceful movement. She places the papers in a neat stack at the corner of his desk. She’ll have to come up for an actual organization system for all this later. “Here, sir.”
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