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126: Antagonized
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“What did you say?”
With a frightened squeak, Evelyn startled violently, dropping the empty matchbook and stumbling backwards. She crashed into her rolling chair, falling awkwardly into a sit as Andrew darted forward to catch her. Once she was stable again, they both looked up to find Will standing in the outer office doorway, his molten caramel eyes boring a hole into them.
“Oh, Will!” she clutched her throat with one hand. “I’m so out of practice, I didn’t hear the lift chime. You startled me.” Accepting Andrew’s proffered hand, she stood.
“Obviously and I’m sorry.” The former police officer spared a quick glance around the outer office as he entered slowly. His gaze flicked to the view from window to window, over the fine carpets, furnishings and drapes before he craned his neck to get a look into Andrew’s office.
With an appreciative brow arched, he met his employer’s unusual blue eyes, darker than his wife’s and as oddly variable in shades from b
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