Cass Wilson

( please, call me Cass. )

( are we human, or are we dancers? )

Miss C, you sure picked a good time to skip town.

How about that blackout, kids? Quite something - something I never ever want to experience again, that is. They're calling it a 'freak accident' - but Mr. L says that if this was (a) an accident, or (b) natural, he'd eat the Uniform Commercial Code. So I'm guessing it's something else, then? Only when I asked, he didn't elaborate.

Mr. L is pretty handy to have around in a crisis, I can tell you that. Mr. F barricaded himself in his office and refused to come out (he said something about his father...didn't quite catch the rest) and the rest of the employees were no better.

Me? Well, I started hearing voices telling me that my brother was dead had a little crisis of faith of sorts, until Mr. L literally knocked some sense into me.

But it's all right now (more or less) - everyone has pretty much calmed down and stopped throwing things at each other (and I'm not even joking about that one), and Mr. F has emerged from his office. He looks pretty shaken, but I think he'll be fine.

Mr. L even gave us the day off. A first, if you know anything about Lennon & Harding - yes, that's how bad things are.

What am I going to do with it? Call my parents - as usual they're digging up ruins or something in Greece at the moment, but I'm sure something major and wierd like this has gotten onto CNN or something. And email my brother who is still posted in Iraq so I know he's still alive

This is a bit of a long shot, but I'm at the end of my proverbial rope here. And I know how these lawyer-types love their java (ask me how!). Hey, I live off the stuff too, and I can't believe how much these guys are asking. You'd think there was a bean shortage, or something.

So. Anyone know where I can find a supplier of good, well-priced coffee?

The old man's pissed off to San Francisco - something about wanting to keep an eye on the whole Prop 8 thing, or some shit.

Matt's in charge, but he's about as jumpy as if someone fed him some magic beans. And Miri's no help - every time I try to ask her what's the matter with Matt, she just looks at me funny and giggles.

On top of that, I almost punched an important client in the face.

Either there's something in the water at Lennon & Harding, or...

...

I don't know.

Just - probably best to stay away from us for now, okay?

Just recieved a large batch of mail from my big brother Thom. He's currently serving overseas in Iraq, as part of the Engineering Corps, so most of the letters have half of it blacked out. Guess they don't want him divulging state secrets, or something. Locations of whatever bridge he's blowing up this week? I dunno.

But damn, it's good to hear from him. Seems to be doing okay - he and his buddies have been amusing themselves by playing tricks on the new batch of recruits that have recently been sent over.

He's also left me instructions on what to forward on to the parents - from what little I can tell, big brother has...a girlfriend?! Oh-ho!

Matt has a daaaate....

Also, why do I get the feeling that someone's been around here and rearranging my desk? My papers are all messed up, and my favourite pencil is missing.

Must be something in the water - the bosses are acting strange lately. And I mean all of them. Mr L., Matt, Miri, Fitz...As if I didn't need any more wierd in my life.

Anybody got a winning lottery ticket they don't need? Or come to think of it, cruise tickets to warm, tropical destinations?

[ private ]
Once could be mere coincidence. Twice, though? Needs some looking into.

At least I know I'm not losing my mind.

[ viewable ONLY to all mortal assistant-types ]

Hey, guys. If I don't know you, I'm Cass Wilson, secretary at the law firm Lennon & Harding.

I'm presuming your respective bosses have all received those strange looking black envelopes, with funny names written on them?
Our firm got three of them, addressed to 'Litigation', 'Legal Services' and 'Charon'.

The last one strikes me as real odd, because I know for a fact that Charon was the Greek god who ferried the spirits down to the underworld. (See Mom and Dad, all that history lessons was actually useful for once!)

Anyway. I'd love to hear what names yours had on them, and what you think they are for. If we have no idea what's going on, least we can do is have fun with it, right?

My personal theory is a secret society of assassins. Hey, the whole 'Charon' thing would fit with that, right?

A bunch of wierd black envelopes arrived along with the mail today. Not that they were addressed to the firm, or anything, and they had some pretty funny names written on them.

Mr. L said to leave them where they were, and to return them to the post office when I did my rounds. But when I went to collect them, they'd gone. Strange, huh?

Funny thing was, I thought Mr. L seemed on edge when I showed him the envelopes. The others, too.

...hey, I bet they're all part of some secret society that I'm not supposed to know about. That would be pretty damn cool.

Been a while since I picked up a guitar - forgot how much I missed playing it. Almost makes me want to start a band. Jackie, you said something about wanting to jam?

Mr L. and Matt seem to have picked up some case involving the government, I think. Or at least, I've been having to field calls from some US Attorney lately. Wierd.

Oh! Mr. Libera, remember that discussion we had, regarding a certain small dog on a certain person's desk? Well, it worked like a charm, and the results were fantastic. I have photographic evidence, if you're interested.

[private to US Military]
Ryan?

I dunno if you remember me, or if you even have one of these things. But hey, it's worth a shot, right?
Anyways, it's Cass Wilson - from that ball a few months back? I feel kinda sorry for how it all turned out, and I was wondering.

What's your opinion on carnivals?

Wow, I've almost forgotten about this thing. Sorry, guys.

See, thing is, we (as in the staff here at Lennon & Harding) have been pretty busy - and that's despite the fact that Mr. L and Matt went off to Mexico for a pretty big case. I was kind of disappointed that they didn't think of taking me, actually. I would love to visit Mexico one day. Minus the whole threat of kidnapping and killing, of course.

Alright, so maybe it was better off not going. Anyways, the two of them returned just the other day, and they brought gifts for the entire office. There was lots of alcohol, nice knock-off designer things, and a painting for the boardroom.

So, you may be asking. What did Mr L. and Matt get me? If you said knock-off gear, well, you'd be wrong. This really needs to be seen to be believed.

( here. )
I guess if I'm to keep the thing, she'll need a name.

Any suggestions, guys?

I've only been working at Lennon & Harding for a while, but everyone seems nice so far.

Mr. L. is a good boss, though a little wierd. I mean, he has this really wierd phobia of technology, or something. He doesn't use computers or emails - and guess who has to type out all his letters and stuff? Yeah, that's right. Me.

( hopefully I won't get fired for posting this )

Matt says we should organise him a personal assistant, or something. He's a good boss, too - Matt, I mean. And I don't have to type up anything for him! Yay! He's got this pretty cool Blackberry or something, which he always carries with him. He's also kind of cute I like him, and I think Miranda, the associate who normally works with him on cases, really fancies him.

I'm going down to the House of Blues later this evening - which should be fun.

I GOT A JOB.

Alright, so it’s at some law firm, but hey. Anything that pays the bills, right? And Gods knows I need some of those paid. Everybody seems nice so far, so if I have to tone down on the crazy jewellery and the hair colours for a while…well, I think I can live with that.

Mom and Dad are off on some dig in Greece again, and Thom left for Iraq with the rest of his squad yesterday. That’s the thing with us Wilson's – we’re never in the same place for very long. But at least I had a chance to see them all when I came back to New York. And they weren’t bugging me about getting a ‘proper job’, which was a bonus.

Mom and Dad, I love you, but I don’t really call running around poking at old ruins a ‘proper job’, either.

What do people do for fun nowadays in New York? I feel like celebrating.

Oh! Anybody know of a cheap place to rent? Mom and Dad are letting me use their place, but it would be nice to have something of my own. Some of the things they keep in this place? Freaky.