He passes by her desk. She shuts the document she was typing in.
“You working on those lines, I hope.”
“Yea, I have options, I will share them with you post-lunch?”
“Yea, Lets finish it…” he mutters as he walks away.
She surreptitiously opens the word document, and continues to type another 55 fiction story.
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hahahahaha...thats the story of my life!!!
for the last three days.
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