Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg)<br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Maggie had made it on the bus, just barely. Her sweater was gone, unveiling the sweat drenched white tank top and tired pale limbs beneath. Her hair was a mess, pushed and twisted in all directions. In the final rush out the exit, she'd lost her glasses, and more conspicuously, a shoe. Walking unevenly in one sneaker and one sock foot, She'd made her way onto the bus. She was about to express a breathless but heartfelt thanks to those who had cooperated in the evacuation, but a damnable buzz at her hip drew her attention to a call which could not be ignored.<br/><br/>"Mr. Gomez." She answered over the Beastie Boys and sounds of mingling. She moved to the side of the buss, sitting on the corner of a vacant plush couch. She plugged her other ear and turned toward a wall, wanting to both block out sound from the call and spare the others from the awkward tediousness of her responsibilities.<br/><br/>"Before we begin I just want to assure you the the insurance package I put together is airtight. You'll not only be fully compensated for structural damage but any projected loss of revenue during reconstruction... Yes, I understand... Of course... Have there been any reports of casualties? ...I see. And how severe are the burns? ...Well I can assure you her medical bills will be covered... I apologize, but I'll have to call you back. I'm getting a call from emergency services. " Maggie lied, just before she felt her voice was going to crack. As she ended the call, a long, stressed breath rattled out of her. The fact that Walter had et to call probably meant he had already gone to bed. The CEO refused to be woken no matter what the emergency, so Maggie had a few precious hours before he woke to join the throng of people ready to carve out a pound of her flesh.<br/><br/>Her eyes were glazed and distant as she looked around the bus, her shoulders slumped and defeated. Despite being surrounded by people, some whom she considered friends, she'd never felt so crushingly alone. She wasn't supposed to be here.<br/><br/>Boston's smoking caught her nostrils and drew her out of her brief daze. With a dull blank mind she rose and followed the familiar scent. She stood outside his bunk's curtain for a moment, some inner debate ragging inside her. Joining Boston in search of the physical closeness she craved likely meant depriving him from some world class post-show head some of the buss' more skillful riders could have provided.<br/><br/><em>Sorry Boss, I know you could be getting your balls drained with breathtaking enthusiasm right about now, but I really need a hug.</em>She scolded herself with bitter sarcasm. "Aw, fuck it." Maggie whispered between her teeth. She rolled into Boston's bunk, her light weight traveling across his chest before wedging between his lean body and the wall.<br/>