Bailey Raptis, I saw you in action during the Hydra tournament and my question is simple. Would you like to be the Squire of New Haven?
There's no need for some silly notion of loyalty and your schedule can be your own. All I'd ask is that you do your best.
Squire of New Haven offer to Bailey Raptis
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Andrea Anderson
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Bailey Raptis
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September 29, 2015
“Oy, Bailey!” Locke’s voice crackled to life over the intercom in Bailey’s office, shocking him out of his daydream. He just managed to catch himself before he fell out of his desk chair, scrambling for the “answer” button.
“Y-yes?” he stammered into the speaker.
“Take an early lunch, mate.”
“Excuse me?” Bailey scratched his head, staring at the mountains of paperwork still on his desk. An early lunch? I am still way behind from yesterday’s debacle. A whole day I could not work on any written paperwork or give any presentations without my assistant’s...assistance. Why let me go to lunch early?
“I’m not cross with you mate. Just...take an early lunch. Take as long as you need. And make sure you head down to the Arena while you’re on your lunch. There’s something there I think you’ll want to see.”
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Bailey had to read the message on the board twice, just to make sure he was seeing things properly. Me? Someone wants me as a squire? He spent another thirty seconds after his careful reading just staring at the posting, mouth slightly open. Then, remembering that he still had to make it back to work at some point, he rushed off to grab a piece of paper to write his response on.
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Dear Andrea Anderson,
I am honored and flattered that you would offer me the position of Squire of New Haven. If time permits, and if you want to, I would like to meet at a time and place of your choosing to discuss what the obligations and expectations might be of a squire.
That having been said, pending any unforeseen circumstances, please consider this acceptance of your offer.
Sincerely, and with humble thanks,
Bailey Raptis
“Oy, Bailey!” Locke’s voice crackled to life over the intercom in Bailey’s office, shocking him out of his daydream. He just managed to catch himself before he fell out of his desk chair, scrambling for the “answer” button.
“Y-yes?” he stammered into the speaker.
“Take an early lunch, mate.”
“Excuse me?” Bailey scratched his head, staring at the mountains of paperwork still on his desk. An early lunch? I am still way behind from yesterday’s debacle. A whole day I could not work on any written paperwork or give any presentations without my assistant’s...assistance. Why let me go to lunch early?
“I’m not cross with you mate. Just...take an early lunch. Take as long as you need. And make sure you head down to the Arena while you’re on your lunch. There’s something there I think you’ll want to see.”
***
Bailey had to read the message on the board twice, just to make sure he was seeing things properly. Me? Someone wants me as a squire? He spent another thirty seconds after his careful reading just staring at the posting, mouth slightly open. Then, remembering that he still had to make it back to work at some point, he rushed off to grab a piece of paper to write his response on.
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Dear Andrea Anderson,
I am honored and flattered that you would offer me the position of Squire of New Haven. If time permits, and if you want to, I would like to meet at a time and place of your choosing to discuss what the obligations and expectations might be of a squire.
That having been said, pending any unforeseen circumstances, please consider this acceptance of your offer.
Sincerely, and with humble thanks,
Bailey Raptis
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It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the rave
We catch the last bus home
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It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the rave
We catch the last bus home
Protect me from what I want
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