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Jan. 17th, 2007 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's raining.
Although that really doesn't do it justice, Shelley thinks wildly, running through the downpour, already soaking wet, and shivering in the wind. It had been warm this morning.
Bloody England.
She drops her keys twice as she fumbles to open the door before splashing inside, socks squishing in her shoes.
This is not a happy Shelley.
Although that really doesn't do it justice, Shelley thinks wildly, running through the downpour, already soaking wet, and shivering in the wind. It had been warm this morning.
Bloody England.
She drops her keys twice as she fumbles to open the door before splashing inside, socks squishing in her shoes.
This is not a happy Shelley.
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Date: 2007-01-19 08:57 pm (UTC)She'd found it hard to concentrate, but that's nothing new, these days. She examines a piece of pepper meditatively.
"Boring, more than anything, at the moment."
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:00 pm (UTC)"As an administrative assistant, what do you actually do? I am sure that it is different than what I am familiar with."
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:10 pm (UTC)"Depends. Sometimes look after official visitors, organise trips and visits. Also just secretary-ish things - filing, keeping Mr. Mayor filled in on things he should know, on a slow day."
It is possibly good for all concerned that Elan has not, and never will see the movie Secretary.
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:29 pm (UTC)"Ah, much like Vashti did, then."
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:31 pm (UTC)Shelley sips her water, eyes almost daring him to contradict her.
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:35 pm (UTC)"You said that you arrange official visits. Of what sort are they, usually?"
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:37 pm (UTC)"From other towns, or countries. Or going to other places, or to give speeches. That sort of thing."
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:39 pm (UTC)"Ah."
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Date: 2007-01-19 09:59 pm (UTC)And eventually, he'll be nothing more than someone who stays around because he has nowhere else to go, and she can get on with life.
That's the hope.
Because if she can't stop reacting to him, it's just as if she was in the Second Age again, only here she has to pretend everything's fine.
She stares down into her glass, apparently forgetting the meal.