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Mr ambrose pov storm and silence6/26/2023 Mystified and annoyed, I stomped over to the desk and grabbed it. Turning my head, I saw that another metal cylinder hand arrived on my desk. “Didn’t you hear me? I said why is the door lock-”Ī soft plink interrupted me. “What’s the matter? Why is the door locked?” “Hey!” With my free hand, I pounded against the heavy wood. A very unladylike word escaped my lips as I stumbled back, the file clutched to my chest. I reached for the doorknob, turned it – and almost ran head-long into a closed door. In no time at all I had discovered the required document and transported it to the door. Hurriedly, I stood up and marched to the shelves of files. Now that I knew it was true, I ought to feel nothing but deep satisfaction. After all, the fact that last night’s more… intimate occurrences had just been a dream had been what I had been trying to convince myself all the time. So, at a guess I’d say he wasn’t pining with passionate love for me. This will be deducted from your wages at the end of the month.Īll right. I jumped and grabbed the thing, pulling out the message. Two minutes later, a small metal container shot out of the pneumatic tube and landed with a ‘pink’ next to me on the desk. He didn’t leave me a lot of time for wondering, or for damning. A chair scraped across the door in the neighbouring room. There was a moment of silence, then a faint jingling as of coins or keys – then the footsteps turned, and retreated back to where they had come from.
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