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Caden looked confused, not knowing if he heard her right. "Bu--oh, yes, the Bugatti. Yeah i've got meetings and stuff all day, now was my only free time. Seems we'll have to finish this later, Ms. Carter." He mused, backing away from her and grabbing the Chiron's keys. The man didn't say goodbye, didn't even wave, just smirked at her as he pulled out and revved down the driveway towards the highway. |
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She frowned slightly, feeling pushed aside. Idiot, he's not into you like that! Suck it up, you're just another employee to him! She mentally scolded, sighing and climbing benath the car on the jacks |
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Caden arrived back hours later, muttering something under his breath in harsh russian before taking a breath and plastering on a seperate attitude as he called about the quarterly report. "Yes, i'm calling about exactly that." He said in a sing songy voice, almost a complete different person as his shoulders finally sagged even just a little as he walked towards the house. |
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Emily simply peeked out from under a car, doing a tune up, and frowning. He mind continued to chastise her, pissing her off. "Shut up!" She accidentally yelled out loud to her thoughts. She paled, not meaning to have spoken |
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"...i'll call you back." He murmured into the phone, turning and walking back over before leaning on the hood of a Rolls Royce. "Feisty, I like it." Caden noted, waiting for her to emerge. |
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"Sorry" She muttered. "My own thoughts were pissing me off..." She explained, embarrassed. "I'm crazy like that" |
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"Is it bad I enjoy crazy?" He asked, a genuine question as he started bobbing his knee anxiously. |
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"Nope" She said, popping the 'P' as she climbed out from under the car and brushed herself off. "Need anything else specifically done? I was just checking over each of them" She explained, a small grease smudge on her face and a few on her arms and jeans |
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"Not that I could think of," He numbered, gazing at her with slight awe though he kept an intriging facial expression. |
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She nodded, biting her lip as the thoughts against her feelings resurfaced. She sighed, tried to give him a small smile, and slowly lowered the jacks |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
