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[rashleader]

EDWARD AND THE INTERNS, a threadette

Edward Vance might be laughing on the inside, but he looked as though he were ready to fire one of the interns and sent them straight home ala America's Next Top Model. His brow was knit furiously and his hands were folded on a table. His back was straight and he looked like he meant business.

"I want you to

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[cheerfulyet]

Samantha was slightly tipsy from her meeting in the bar, having taken several drinks in quick succession. She had been certain that this would help her to get over the jet-lag. Her meetings with Lindsey, while they got her heart racing, weren't doing much to keep her feeling awake.

"I didn't do anything, sir," she said, her head lolling to the side. "I don't think we're doing a dam-- I don't think we're doing anything wrong," she said, trying to sound more confident and less drunk.

[curseyouxerox]

George was still not at his most comfortable, seeing as he had to get ready too quickly after his shower had taken longer than usual (on account of not being able to turn it off quite right) in order to arrive slightly early to the meeting an hour before now. At the very least, his hair had finally dried, although he still fidgeted in his seat at how oddly his clothes still felt on him (and was that a button still undone, and could he sneakily do it up without anyone else in the room noticing?). Well, that and the fact that the entire situation itself wasn't exactly a pleasant one.

'It couldn't have been me, sir,' he said politely, keeping as serious and calm a facial expression as he could manage. 'I'm in Public Relations after all, and I wouldn't be doing my job if I'd done something like that, would I?' Still, he couldn't help feeling nervous that Mr. Vance wouldn't think the same way -- after all, with his ambiguous feelings about the ethics of the entire situation in China, even if he'd kept quiet about his thoughts so far, he