Black Jack, Episode 7.1: Unnameable
“You know, Walker, I think I really like you.”
Cynthia closed the drawer of the desk with a thud and dropped against the backrest of her seat. What at the crack of dawn had manifested as a light headache, was now turning in a fully fledged migraine that, she knew, wouldn’t have given her a break until dark.
But Cynthia had no time for headaches whatsoever. “Stella”, she called, a hint of suffering in her voice that the vixen would have rather concealed.
“Yes, ma’am?”, the ferret replied, popping up on her side with a glass of water in her small paws.
Cynthia gave a look at the glass and smiled a bit. “Is my migraine so noticeable?”
“It’s hard to not notice, actually. I believe that every mammal on this floor is aware of your discomfort by now, Ms. Walker”, was Stella’s comment, followed by a slight nodding as she proceeded