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[Mar. 4th, 2009|03:17 pm] |
*with the "personal" (un)pleasantries out of the way for the moment, can turn her attention back to annoyances on the business end (though really, it's all business in the end)*
*first thing in the morning, instructs her PA to dig up a particular phone number, and sits back in her imported office chair while the little person dials* *sips her imported bottled water as she waits* *honestly, is there anything on this side of the Sea worth buying as-is?* |
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[Mar. 4th, 2009|09:27 pm] |
*heads down to the break room at the end of her shift to wash out her coffee mug and retrieve the rest of her food from the fridge*
*pauses in the doorway, though, and blinks at a very strange sight: the Fountain 2IC on his hands and knees, hunkered down low and peering under the microwave cart and... cooing?* *what in the world?*
*steps onto the tiles, her heels clicking rather loudly in the enclosed space* Erestor, what are you doing down there? |
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