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Author: Stephie Walls
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The elevator lurching shakes me out of my slumber; Claire seems just as groggy as I am. I can't tell if the car is about to start moving or not, but both of us are butt-naked.

"Shit. We might want to get dressed in case this thing starts to descend and we are suddenly in front of other people."

She moves like a thief in the night. I'm tempted to watch in awe of her graceful actions and how quickly she responds, but I decide my time is better spent donning my own apparel. In no time, we are both fully dressed, waiting, but nothing happens.

"I hate this fucking building," I say to no on in particular.

"Really? It's growing on me." She gives me a crafty grin. She's scheming, but I can't imagine what it would be.

We sit there idly talking; I'm amazed at how her personality has changed since I first met her. No longer is she the frigid ice princess she presented herself as hours earlier; she's down to earth, works hard, and is actually pretty damn funny.

The conversation is easy
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