Daphne didn't waste any time getting back to work on Monday morning. After all, she had clients to appease and an office that was probably a disaster. As far as she was concerned there was no use sitting around the flat when she was now in perfectly good health. Two weeks was a long enough time to stay in bed. So she woke up before Terry and raced out before he had a chance to stop her.
Her office was just as chaotic as she expected it to be, messages gone unanswered and mail piled high on her desk, burying seating charts and guess lists she had left behind the last time she was in.
When the front door opened she had just plopped herself down in her chair, a little overwhelmed by all the work ahead of her. Still, she pulled herself from her chair and entered the lobby.
"Hello," she said, offering the warmest smile she could under the circumstances. Though, faking it had always been a Greengrass specialty. "Can I help you?"
He had been staring up at a few black and white photographs hanging on the wall, no doubt photos of the company's own work. He nodded admiringly, thinking that he'd made the right choice, after all. When he heard the soft voice come from behind him, he turned on his heel, his eyes taking in the sight of her.
He knew that face. Or at least, recognized it. The Prophet had her splashed over the papers in the last two weeks, documenting her recovery.
He stepped forward, holding out his hand.
"Miss Greengrass-" he greeted, wondering how on Earth he didn't realize the connection. "Pleasure to meet you- I'm Cormac- Cormac McLaggen-"
She never got tired of seeing people study her work, that impressed look on their face when they stepped through the door and realized exactly what she was capable of.
A bit of the tension dropped from her shoulders, though her posture stayed perfectly intact, as she took his hand.
It was definitely the way he was studying her photos, but that smile certainly helped.
"Nice to meet you Cormac," she told him, meeting his eyes, "Why don't you come take a seat my office and we can talk about what you're looking for."
Her skin was soft as their hands gripped, the shake lasting a moment too long before he dropped it. There wasn't much to be said for Cormac when he was in the presence of a woman he found himself attracted to and Daphne was certainly a woman who fell into that category.
Of course, that wasn't what he was here for.
But it didn't hurt.
He followed her back to her office, wringing his hands.
"I was hoping to plan something for my parents wedding anniversary, actually."
Comments 34
Her office was just as chaotic as she expected it to be, messages gone unanswered and mail piled high on her desk, burying seating charts and guess lists she had left behind the last time she was in.
When the front door opened she had just plopped herself down in her chair, a little overwhelmed by all the work ahead of her. Still, she pulled herself from her chair and entered the lobby.
"Hello," she said, offering the warmest smile she could under the circumstances. Though, faking it had always been a Greengrass specialty. "Can I help you?"
Reply
He knew that face. Or at least, recognized it. The Prophet had her splashed over the papers in the last two weeks, documenting her recovery.
He stepped forward, holding out his hand.
"Miss Greengrass-" he greeted, wondering how on Earth he didn't realize the connection. "Pleasure to meet you- I'm Cormac- Cormac McLaggen-"
He offered her a bright smile.
"I'm here to hopefully request your services-"
Reply
A bit of the tension dropped from her shoulders, though her posture stayed perfectly intact, as she took his hand.
It was definitely the way he was studying her photos, but that smile certainly helped.
"Nice to meet you Cormac," she told him, meeting his eyes, "Why don't you come take a seat my office and we can talk about what you're looking for."
Reply
Of course, that wasn't what he was here for.
But it didn't hurt.
He followed her back to her office, wringing his hands.
"I was hoping to plan something for my parents wedding anniversary, actually."
Reply
Leave a comment