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There was a saying about "idle hands," wasn't there, and how they related to the devil? It wasn't a saying Rufus had paid much attention to in the past, and it didn't entirely fit the situation at hand, yet it still came to mind somehow as he poked around the staff record he had in hand.

Honestly, he didn't really care who was coming in and out of ShinRa on a small scale, but on a larger scale he kept track of what he would be inheriting if his father finally bit the dust - something he was actively working on handling - as well as what, or who, he might be up against.

This particular record he had landed on, however, was of quite a curious nature; not an entirely unexpected one, but curious nonetheless, and he honestly had to thank the incessant gossip of the office ladies for once.

It had also led to his having to pull a few strings to have the person on the staff record assigned as one of his guards for this meeting he had to attend, and, as he knew the other guards assigned to him at least somewhat, Rufus had sent for this particular one and was now waiting for him to show up.

Date: 2018-09-10 09:25 pm (UTC)
backwatertrooper: (confused chocobo - Zack WHAT???)
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Cloud was a little annoyed. Okay, maybe more than a little, but he felt he had the right to be, when he'd been all set to enjoy Zack's company for a few days, even if he'd still have to work for most of them. It was something, and then all too quickly snatched away by a random assignment he didn't understand how he'd been placed on.

Random, probably. Maybe they pulled Infantry from several squads for things like this? And it's last a few days, too. Ugh. At least he'd had his two days off, luckily, and the only thing he was immediately missing was another training session with Zack.

Still, Cloud grumbled the whole way up... and was then thoroughly surprised to find himself alone in front of Rufus Shinra, instead of with at least a handful of people there as he'd expected.

Coming to a stop, Cloud tipped his helmet back a little before he thought better of it and came to proper attention.

"... Sir?"

Didn't stop that from probably sounding as confused as he was and maybe a little annoyed, instead of a simple acknowledgment.

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