[ She hates these meetings— just as much as she hates the rest of the things they 'have' to do here. Fill a quota, find a contract… it's all absolute bullshit that they have nothing to do but endure. Ann has already seen this display twice since she'd arrived in Duplicity, but it never stops being weird, and she isn't sure she'll ever understand the appeal of being on the receiving end of degrading treatment like that. Rather than participating herself, she hangs out in the back, arms crossed, waiting to be dismissed.
When they are, she nearly bolts for the door, at least until the person beside her starts talking under his breath.
What should he do? ]
I suggest getting out of here before they decide they need an ottoman, too.
table it for later
When they are, she nearly bolts for the door, at least until the person beside her starts talking under his breath.
What should he do? ]
I suggest getting out of here before they decide they need an ottoman, too.