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Caden got some work done, making a few calls and such. |
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She ate pickles with peanut butter for lunch, walking into the study to check on Caden |
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He had two people quit on him, three people on hold, and more papers scattered across his desk than you could imagine. "Yes, please hold." Caden would say, swapping to another line. "Caden Ortiz, how can I help?" To another,
"Unfortuanately no, though I cou-" A line cut. Patience having ran out. "Fucking Christ..." The man would mutter, composing himself before talking to another line. He looked up and saw Rose, smiling at her before going back to work. |
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She went and set her food down, walking back to him. She kissed the top of his head and picked up some of the papers that had fallen and set them on the desk |
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"Thanks" He mouthed, continuing to talk to another client who was accusing him of abandoning his work. |
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She nodded, leaving the room with a sad look she tried to hide |
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Caden hung up at the look on her face, setting the phone down before turning his chair towards her. "Rose," He called softly, standing and walking towards her. "You okay?" |
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"Yeah. I'm fine. You have work and I can understand" She said, plastering ona very obvious fake smile |
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"Babe, you sure?" He asked again, his arm snaking around her waist. |
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She nodded but leaned on him |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
