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[shelley_winters]

It was hard to concentrate, once she got to work - and she'd only got there on time by getting ready mechanically; teeth, shower, clothes, breakfast - and she didn't even have much in her inbox to look at. One set of figures didn't seem to make sense for almost twenty minutes before she noticed she'd misread the email they came with, and bit her lip hard enough to hurt before changing them.

And about an hour and a half later, Mr. Mayor came in, and blinked at her presence.

And said, wasn't today her day off...?

So before it it's even lunchtime, Shelley sits on the couch with a slowly cooling cup of tea, looking distantly into space.

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The door opened with Elan glancing down, obviously paying pathetically little attention to the present, his mind on other matters. He was muttering under his breath.

Well, you must understand Lord Morin what a step backward the attention that Lady Rayuna's dissertation is receiving constitutes.

Shaking his head, Elan muttered a reply under his breath. The applicability of the Lir Case Study was always overlooked by those who did not understand its implications.

"Lady Rayuna's work is extremely impressive, and the renewal of interest in the tenets in congenital cogency in light of the discoveries of modern neurosegmentology is unbelievably insightful."

The sight of Shelley on the couch evulsed Elan from his reverie. Blinking in surprise, Elan paused for a moment and then commented.

"Good afternoon, Shelley."