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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 23:29:33 GMT -5
She sits up quickly, eyes widen, "W-what?" she silantly cudrsed herself and her clone for not seeing that before and taking out, seeing the seal from the historic society on it added to her worry, "O-oh, I am sure its n-nothing..."
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 23:32:00 GMT -5
Without opening it, his horn flashed, transposing the writing to his mind. "Oh.... W-well...... Arcel....it seems that.... you are being offered a promotion...."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 23:40:00 GMT -5
She smiles nervously, "O-oh really... I-I see, W-well I am awefully busy a-as your assistant Mr. W-wryter..." hoping quietly that the letter didn't mention any of the previous attempts.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 23:42:14 GMT -5
"And.... this is... the fifth they've sent..." He looked at his assistant, "Mythic.... how long have you known about this?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 23:47:51 GMT -5
She blushs, then looks away, nervously shuffles, "... t-they have been talking to me about it... f-for a y-year... and 8 months.... b-but the offers didn't start until about 13 months ago Mr. Type..." she explained, shame filling her, and dread at what his response may be.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 23:53:36 GMT -5
He stared silently at her for a moment before continuing, "And... why haven't you accepted? I have seen the pittance they pay you... I have seen how hard you work.... you deserve it, you know you do. So why didn't you accept?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 0:03:12 GMT -5
She shuffles a bit, "b-but.... I... I like working h-here... f-for you Mr. Type," head down still, she had been so careful up to this point.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 0:04:21 GMT -5
"There is something you are not telling me, isn't there? You deserve this opportunity, why are you just letting it slip away?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 0:07:02 GMT -5
She turns a bit away, eyes closed, "... I... I like it here... with you Mr. Type..." she says, "... Y-you said yourself... y-you don't know how you would run t-this place without me..." still holding back, embarissed.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 0:09:02 GMT -5
"Are you suggesting I couldn't handle it on my own? Am I holding you back, then?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 0:18:21 GMT -5
Looks up, eyes wide, "N-no sir! I-I would never imply such a t-thing...." blushs, looks away, "B-but... umm..." she thought quickly, "W-what if I am not ready... I mean... I do bits around here... b-but you do the hard stuff... I-I don't think I c-could..." another weak excuse she hoped he would buy.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 0:19:28 GMT -5
"Mythic. You are my friend. Please. Do not lie to me."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 0:48:44 GMT -5
Looks away, ".... I... I haven't... I... I haven't taken them because... because I enjoy working for you Mr. Wryter..." she said quietly, slightly embaressed tone.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 1:04:23 GMT -5
"Is that the only reason?" His face remained stoic, hiding whatever emotions he may have been feeling.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 1:15:32 GMT -5
She sighs a bit, "... it... it is the biggest one yes..." it is the truth, even if she didn't say WHY she loved working for him so much.
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