Lunchtime Thoughts
When Alan came after me the other day, he said the single nicest thing to me that I ever heard from him.
"No one could possibly replace you, Tara. No one."He has such a way about him. I remember the discussion we had once about making the first move. I still get a shiver when I recall him leaning over me, his voice in my ear, telling me how he ( Read more... )
"No one could possibly replace you, Tara. No one."He has such a way about him. I remember the discussion we had once about making the first move. I still get a shiver when I recall him leaning over me, his voice in my ear, telling me how he ( Read more... )
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*I drop the soggy Barrigan file onto her desk from about 3 feet and try to maintain my stern glare as a bit of mayo hurtles onto her uniform*
*Defiantly* May I presume this file came from you - or your supervisor? And I use that term loosely.
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Tara grins and munches a Cheeto.
"However, the deli wrapped my sandwich poorly and I am sure it simply fell out. So sorry, dear."
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*Feigns a really bad version of an English accent*
Who's the professional now, Miss Wilson?
*I non-chalantly place one hand on her monitor and start tapping, one eyebrow raised*
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"For heaven's sake, Decca. Lighten up. There were two copies already. You don't have to recreate anything."
Looks at Decca and tosses Cheeto perfectly into Alan's coat pocket.
"I had rather hoped that you inherited some of your father's sense of humor. Law offices are rather dull without one."
Smirks as she lands another Cheeto in Alan's coat. Winks.
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