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[_secretary_]

Lee had corrected the typos on her resume after Mr Brennan had told her to in the Nexus, in fact she'd done more than that, she'd retyped the whole thing from scratch six times before she got it right with no errors, well only one error but that was deliberate. The word 'abliity' stood out like a sore thumb, but not wanting him to underestimate

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[sex_bob_omb]

The door opened to a young face topped with a mess of light brown hair. He frowned at Lee, then closed his eyes and shook his head. "Meeting's over. Boss is inside." He brushed past her, carrying a large, flat black case that might perhaps hold a keyboard. It was emblazoned with a silver lion. The young man was muttering himself as he disappeared down the hall and around a corner.

[angry_johnny_]

Inside, Patch was seated at a heavy oak desk, and an emaciated man around his age in a stained wifebeater was collecting papers from the desk. His eyes looked nothing so much as "haunted." Patch, for his part, was idly fiddling with a cobalt blue bass guitar in his lap. The other man finally had whatever he needed and said something about "Meeting with the Doc" and headed out. He offered an uneasy smile to Lee, and there was something disarming in it. There was nothing calculating in the gesture, but it was the smile that weaken most women in the knees, and perhaps their belts. He didn't so much vanish as shrink into the shadows until there was nothing left of substance.

[patchwork_head]

Patch didn't look up from his guitar. He strummed it once, idly, but the positioning of his hands were awkward. It was clear that he didn't really know how to play. On one side of the desk was a long truncheon marked with a series of studs on the hilt. Behind it was a small glass bowl

[_secretary_]

Lee tried to mutter a thank you to the young man who exited first, her head turning to follow him as he brushed past her, she stepped aside to allow him room, chewing her fingernail obsessively as she tentatively stepped just inside the threshold, knuckles lightly rapping once more on the door to announce her presence, her gaze still following him down the hall