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Sometimes, Adelle asked for her to have a British accent to make her feel at home. She liked the way Echo pronounced certain words. Topher could make Echo be an American able to fake the accent really well or she could actually believe she was British. Adelle’s selection depended on the day. Once she even made her French.
Sometimes, she kept the name Echo. She liked it. It was unique. And when she screamed it in a room with incredible sound, she loved the irony when the name reverberated off the walls.
Sometimes she kept Echo overnight, longing to wake up beside someone in the morning, the feel of a warm body against her own the only thing keeping her grounded after a hard day.
Always, Adelle kept it a secret from Topher who she was using Echo for. She’d claim it was a very important client. She’d sneak her away without Langton ever knowing, making herself the temporary handler.
Always, Echo was madly in love with her. The details of the relationship never changed. Their anniversary was the day Echo first arrived. They were waiting for the perfect time to go on a break to Hawaii. They both loved sushi, yoga, and watching the sunset from the roof. They hated overbearing men, tabloid magazines and scented bubble bath (it tickled Adelle’s nose and made her sneeze).
Always, Adelle was madly in love with Echo.