Marcus was not content or discontent or whatever the fucking word was for not being happy about his fucking job. He'd turned down one job assignment, a promotion several months ago and it had becoming a shitehole at work since then. He had almost decided that he wanted to leave the force and find a job in town, even a demeaning position because this was definitely not worth it. But one thing held Marcus back and that was Padma who was now his wife and because of her, he would keep this job, at least until he was able to find something comparable or better
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"Should I expect as warm a reception as that?" Angelina remarked with a raise of her eyebrows. The sarcasm, she barely knew if it was intended in response to her presence, or if it was a dig at said law enforcement. "I was expecting some kind of retort about it not being long enough. But, that is my purpose in being here." She might have made her own sarcastic comment about 'new dark minion reporting for duty', but well, he wasn't exactly alone in the room. And even if she was entirely sure where he stood on things, it rather defeated the purpose of some kind of undercover if she didn't immerse herself in the role. "One can't sit around all day frolicking in fountains or being granted their every desire, can they
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“Ah, I’m a changed man, Johnson. You brighten my day with your mere presence.” He replied, a slight bit of a tease in his voice. “ Marcus glanced over at the other man in the room, then said, “You can speak freely here. Unlike the other lord almighty, this one wants to keep people alive I think although I’m not exactly sure why. Take MacDougal over there, he’s a typical nine fifteen until four forty five man but he still gets his pay, even if he does bitch and moan about the job down at the Beedle every Friday night
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"Well, it's a very few who could stand the sight of your ugly mug, so my presence must be a blessing," Angelina remarked with a smile, and while it wasn't exactly joyous, there wasn't exactly malice in it either. And though it was obvious he wasn't really taking offense at her taking a seat, she offered the same response she would have even if he had - leaning back in her chair and propping her legs up on the desk in front of her and resting her hands on her stomach. "Manners are overrated. Well, or in this case, uncalled for. I'll save my genuflection if you don't mind." She spared a mildly derogatory glance for the departing man. For all she didn't know him, not yet, she really didn't have much use for that type
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