the art of not

[lilahthelawyer]

Listening to the praises of the new lawyer during this morning's board meeting really irked the hell out of me. One he hasn't done a thing to prove he's the great white hope and two well truth of the matter I am. Christian is not going to top me. It is just not going to happen. That would be like Eve growing a brain and Lindsey appearing as the

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[slayer_wannabe_]

"You know you're gonna strain something if you keep doing it like that," I smirk as I walk past Lilah, moping up the sweat on the back of my neck with a company towel.

[lilahthelawyer]

Oh joy to the world. Now I have to contend with Eve's little play toy. Can this day get any worse?

"So I guess you know a way to beat the hell out of this thing and not leave a bruise?"

The world is crashing down Chicken Little. The wanna be slayer from hell thinks I want to talk to her.

[slayer_wannabe_]

"One or two," I take a sip of my water and start my warm-down exercises. "Hm. Something tells me you're trying to relief some pent-up frustration, I hardly ever see you in here. Which leads me to believe that you're more than a little worried about the new guy," I tilt my head to one side, "I'd offer to help let off some steam, but something tells me you're otherwise inclined. Pity, really."

[lilahthelawyer]

Did this little bitch just come on to me? Shoot me now. Rolling my eyes at her I smiled.

"Sorry Hon, you don't have enough power in your litle toenail for me to go that way."

I punched the bag harder.

Oh holy fuck! I broke a nail. These cost money too.