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Candice arrives home after a very, very long and ridiculous day, during which she good-naturedly puts up with every flavor of shenanigans from one of her old contacts. The guy is entertaining, truly, and so are his friends, in an old-fashioned way, but that good old boys club is not one to which she belongs and they definitely treat her as The ( Read more... )
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Martel glances up before he gets up, crossing the room to open the door and lean in it, eyebrow raised silently. He's not entirely sure he wants to ask, but probably the eyebrow speaks for itself.
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She makes an expressively annoyed face, and indicates that she needs just a moment.
"I'm absolutely not telling you--you saw me twenty minutes ago, anyway, why would I have changed clothes? I'm hanging up. I'm very glad you missed me, but I'm hanging up. That's nice. Good night."
Click.
And a long-suffering look Martel's way.
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"Friend of yours?" he asks, mildly, pushing himself off the side of the doorframe and retreating back into his study, leaving it open for her.
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"I've had my ass grabbed so many times today I think it must be entirely black and blue," she says, irritably, which is sort of like an answer ('yes, but reluctantly', because Candice puts up with all types of behavior), and crosses the room to perch on the edge of his desk.
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