Mar 07, 2011 01:12
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Vultus est index animi
His jaw was set, his eyes determined. As she took her seat across from him she felt a tingle. Whatever made him call this meeting after so long a time was exigent. There would be no chit chat.
He began. "Eames. You are thirty five years old. In all the eighteen million, three hundred and ninety six thousand minutes of your life this will be your most important decision.
She leaned forward and touched his hand. "Bobby, what is it?"
"Work. Will you be my partner again?"
bobby goren,
author: bast2,
alex eames,
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