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Sometimes days at the Diplomatic office were interesting and had a lot going on, but then there were some days when Rebecca felt like she was watching paint dry she was so bored. Today was one of those days. She also sometimes wondered why she was doing this job in the first place. Growing up the daughter of a senator meant that she was taught to have excellent people skills when she wanted to display them, at least, and becoming president of her sorority meant that she would manage a group of people, plan events, and delegate other jobs to make sure they got done. Life as a diplomat in Atlantis was a lot different than being president of Zeta Beta Zeta at home.
There was a half-written paper on her personal computer that stashed in her bag next to her desk, but Rebecca really wasn’t in the mood to write her paper on the motivational processes in human and animal behavior. Looking at the clock on the wall, she narrowed her eyes as she watched the second hand tick ever so slowly. It was just before lunchtime, and she more she thought about it, or worked to convince herself, the more she realized she was hungry. Definitely hungry. As soon as the minute hand ticked to 11:05 AM she picked up her purse and with a smile was out the door for an early lunch. A long, early lunch.
The lunch part of her outing barely took fifteen minutes after she picked up a salad from the food court. That was after she’d already visited three stores and had two bags next to her feet. Once she’d finished eating, she was back to her real task, and that task was shopping. Lots and lots of shopping.
Upon entering her next stop, Rebecca initially zeroed in on the shoe section. She browsed around for a few minutes and after admiring a pair of red stilettos, she turned and outwardly grimaced at the neon green chunky heels she saw next.
“Yeck,” she said and shook her head in disapproval before moving on. She kept the red heels in the back of her mind while moving on to the dresses. Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, and she was sure Cappie would appreciate the view of her in a new, sexy little dress with that pair of heels to match. Even if he didn’t, she’d make sure he knew to pretend that he did anyway.