One Of Those DaysA good day always begins with paperwork, or Wes is doing something wrong. A good day blends into the day before it seamlessly. Wes does not take lunch breaks
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Is this a great day, then? It must be, she's walking into the office, right past his desk. She's walking into Tucker's office without stopping. It's all for show, she knows Tucker isn't in there, but she's playing a part, making a point. She's being Lilah Morgan.
"He's not back, then?" She says, finally looking in Wes' direction. "Men are such babies, don't you think? I was stabbed in the neck and decapitated and within 24-hours I was back on the job."
Note the turtleneck, Wes. She's enjoying the Boston climate if only because it makes her turtlenecks more comfortable, less conspicuous. If only because it is a pleasant change from the more tropical weather she's been enjoying.
Wes has already sprung to his feet, in some possibly misplaced display of chivalry.
"Not yet. I'm so sorry."
Wes rubs his own neck sympathetically. He does know the feeling. Almost exactly.
"It is a little inconvenient. The timing of the incident. However, some of do heal faster than others," he says, generously. "Is there anything I could help you with?"
It really is, not that she phrases it as a question, but it really is a good one.
Either of you are of use to Lilah or you're not even in her reality. Unless, of course, you're the exception to this rule and you're a problem. And if that happens to be the case, you can be sure she's working as hard as she can to make it so you're not longer in her reality.
"I was looking to be briefed on the recent developments, but, Conduits. So tempermental."
And she makes some sort of motion as if to say: what can you do? But as she's talking she's started to lean against his desk, until she's resting on it.
"I'm sure I'd get more sense out of his assistant anyway."
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Is this a great day, then? It must be, she's walking into the office, right past his desk. She's walking into Tucker's office without stopping. It's all for show, she knows Tucker isn't in there, but she's playing a part, making a point. She's being Lilah Morgan.
"He's not back, then?" She says, finally looking in Wes' direction. "Men are such babies, don't you think? I was stabbed in the neck and decapitated and within 24-hours I was back on the job."
Note the turtleneck, Wes. She's enjoying the Boston climate if only because it makes her turtlenecks more comfortable, less conspicuous. If only because it is a pleasant change from the more tropical weather she's been enjoying.
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"Not yet. I'm so sorry."
Wes rubs his own neck sympathetically. He does know the feeling. Almost exactly.
"It is a little inconvenient. The timing of the incident. However, some of do heal faster than others," he says, generously. "Is there anything I could help you with?"
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"Isn't that the question."
It really is, not that she phrases it as a question, but it really is a good one.
Either of you are of use to Lilah or you're not even in her reality. Unless, of course, you're the exception to this rule and you're a problem. And if that happens to be the case, you can be sure she's working as hard as she can to make it so you're not longer in her reality.
"I was looking to be briefed on the recent developments, but, Conduits. So tempermental."
And she makes some sort of motion as if to say: what can you do? But as she's talking she's started to lean against his desk, until she's resting on it.
"I'm sure I'd get more sense out of his assistant anyway."
That means you, Wes.
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"Of course."
He removes carefully alphabetized paperwork from a nearby cabinet.
"I've kept detailed notes, recorded any minutes... I can answer any questions you have specifically, of course."
But Wes really is proud of that paperwork.
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