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"Well, that's good to hear. Everyone needs that separation..." * * * Beck led herself and Levy out the door. She sighed slightly, tucking her...
"Will you find it difficult to separate your work life from your home life?" * * * "A little strict, probably," Ben said, teasing Beck. "She's a...
He slid it open, sticking his head outside and looking around. "You have a good view," he told her. "Most people just have views of a brick...
He went over to the window, squinting at the glass before speaking. "Can I open this?" * * * "Because I am your assistant," she said primly....
"It should be," he said smoothly, leaning down to place down a dustpan. * * * Beck squinted at him before producing her debit card, inserting...
"And," he began, looking over at her, "I have excellent taste." * * * She seemed surprised by this, looking over at him as they got to the front...
He frowned, noticing her expression. He didn't comment on it, but started sweeping. "Well, I like the place. You didn't ask. But I like it." *...
He looked around for a moment before reaching a hand out for the broom. "So. Why'd you move? You wanted to be closer to the bookstore?" * * *...
"Well, it's unfortunate, then, that you chose to come to my company," he said flatly. * * * "Yes. It's a sign of disrespect," she said smoothly....
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I can be... dramatic when I am irritated. Don't think too much about it." * * * She sighed melodramatically,...
"If you throw out clothes after you spill things on them, you must be terribly in debt," he said with a small sigh. "There are things called...
“Sure,” he replied briskly, setting down the boxes. “You did buy me a shirt.” *** They got down to the street and Beck set out, her heels sharp...
He was carrying three stacked on each other, meeting her halfway up the stairs. “These are the last ones. Head back up.” *** She considered him...
He nodded before going back down the stairs to retrieve some of the boxes. * * * She looked slightly surprised by this, her head tilting...
He glanced around before nodding. "Alright. Which boxes?" * * * That afternoon, minutes before Levanin went on his lunch break, Beck came to...
He looked around before turning to her, his face unreadable. "What first, boss?" * * * (Zoop?) * * * He sighed, shaking his head.
“I would expect no less,“ he replied, fastening the buttons around his elbows. “Lead the way.“ *** She nodded, turning and heading back to her...
He frowned before rolling up his sleeves, stepping in. “Do you need help?” *** She nodded before stepping back from his desk. “Anything else...
He hesitated, feeling even more like this wasn’t a good idea. “…yeah, I’m sure,“ he said dryly. “Are you not coming back to the office?“ ***...
He hesitated, looking confused. “I don’t really know, to be honest. Are you okay?” *** Her eyebrow raised and she jotted something down,...
