[ Tomorrow. Unfortunately a wire wouldn't clear on a weekend, but—oh, well, she isn't going in anyway. Which sort of works out, since he wouldn't advise her to, considering the circumstances.
Of course, her reasoning has less to do with that and more to do with the dark bruising on her forearm. It makes him feel queasy and then angry, mouth pressing into a thin line and fingers curling tight around the top of his cane.
Damaged merchandise. Oh, he can't wait to talk to his lawyer on Monday. He'd already resolved to sink her employer but she just keeps adding layers and reasons to do so. ]
I see. [ Oops, that came out frosty. Attempting to reach neutral, he does get up, phone pinging that their dinner was almost here. ]
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Of course, her reasoning has less to do with that and more to do with the dark bruising on her forearm. It makes him feel queasy and then angry, mouth pressing into a thin line and fingers curling tight around the top of his cane.
Damaged merchandise. Oh, he can't wait to talk to his lawyer on Monday. He'd already resolved to sink her employer but she just keeps adding layers and reasons to do so. ]
I see. [ Oops, that came out frosty. Attempting to reach neutral, he does get up, phone pinging that their dinner was almost here. ]
Do you want some ice for that?