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brushed his palm against her cheek, drawing his fingers slowly around her lips, as he smiled and said, "Okay. Tonight then." She creased a smile, when suddenly the warmth left her flesh sooner than she was ready, with only the chill in the air and a hint of leftover arousal.
She could have sworn there was something else on his mind, smoldering in those marbling eyes that suddenly drew away from hers.
As Roman walked toward the door, Danielle stood in awe wondering what would come next. She'd had her share of surprises and the looming militia outside would take no chances on her avenging the wrongdoing.
Danielle spun the desk chair and pricked her nails into the leather, arching toward the lower drawer as Roman guarded the doorway.
She flung open every drawer and cabinet from floor to ceiling in a feisty frantic. Every corner nook was swiped clear. She could hardly believe any of it. How it all happened so fast. Danielle darted her eyes to every niche covered in a piece of history--from her industry plaques, to cubbyholes of research, to bookshelves full of archival statistics.
A flurry of boxes spilled onto the carpet. Stacks of active case files towered one end of the L-shaped desk.
Danielle's office held over ten years worth of her life she'd had to cram in a small box with a few minutes time. She'd watched from her desk, both of the uniforms squirming impatience by the second. She'd known it was only a matter of when--and not how long, as the task seemed nothing short of monumentous.
Everything was carefully organized in her own manner of speaking. It would take a team, weeks, if not months to sort through it all.
Soon she would know just how her life turned on a dime with career as the focal point. Danielle would have to face the reality that work wouldn't be the sole of her existence anymore.
Suddenly, her eyes trickled only smeared mascara as the sky domed a gentle luster to her hair. At that moment, she was awakened by a tingle that calmed and silenced the fury of nerves that provoked her.
She reached for a small box near the foot of her desk and tussled the papers in it aside. Barely a moment later, her hand shuddered the box to its side. Everything she'd just jammed into it, rolled to a scanty mound.
A blend of potting soil and fertilizer leaked inside a watering can, and a wet violet suckling vintage terra cotta sprung from its saucer. Jutting a matching set of turn of the century Zen-statues and hurling an oriental tea set off kilter.
With increased focus, the husky man sighted Danielle's palms shellacking file folders and sifting what appeared an infinite mountain of paperwork. As her pores trickled sweat, she could barely squirm the leather without going unnoticed. Just then, she tucked a folder into the box, brushing her hand against a feathery velvet petal. And then the very next moment, he shouldered past Roman with his mechanized pace rising toward her.
Before she could slip her hand from the box, the man all but rushed over quicker than a heartbeat, as he stood shadowing her eyes. "Ma'am, all the files are property of Finch Young." As he spoke, a permanent crease in his forehead framed his piranha face. His heavy bearded jaw line was grizzled and inexplicably pale.
He stood woodenly as a soldier intensely focused on her every move. His eyes narrowed as he grimaced a gesture toward the desk, "They stay here. I have orders that all files and paperwork remain here."
She'd barely had time to grab her new pair of pointy-toed black slingbacks and a few other knick-knacks. The second she ladled a handful of ergonomic stress balls atop the file cabinet, the slender man ordered, "Miss, you have to exit the building. Now ."
The brashness took a turn for the worse when he shrieked, "Now!" His brusque shook a sudden tremor in her hand and sent the stress balls tumbling over her boot, wedged in a gap between the wall and the cabinet's footing.
Danielle twisted her torso as she fumbled over the last bit of
She could have sworn there was something else on his mind, smoldering in those marbling eyes that suddenly drew away from hers.
As Roman walked toward the door, Danielle stood in awe wondering what would come next. She'd had her share of surprises and the looming militia outside would take no chances on her avenging the wrongdoing.
Danielle spun the desk chair and pricked her nails into the leather, arching toward the lower drawer as Roman guarded the doorway.
She flung open every drawer and cabinet from floor to ceiling in a feisty frantic. Every corner nook was swiped clear. She could hardly believe any of it. How it all happened so fast. Danielle darted her eyes to every niche covered in a piece of history--from her industry plaques, to cubbyholes of research, to bookshelves full of archival statistics.
A flurry of boxes spilled onto the carpet. Stacks of active case files towered one end of the L-shaped desk.
Danielle's office held over ten years worth of her life she'd had to cram in a small box with a few minutes time. She'd watched from her desk, both of the uniforms squirming impatience by the second. She'd known it was only a matter of when--and not how long, as the task seemed nothing short of monumentous.
Everything was carefully organized in her own manner of speaking. It would take a team, weeks, if not months to sort through it all.
Soon she would know just how her life turned on a dime with career as the focal point. Danielle would have to face the reality that work wouldn't be the sole of her existence anymore.
Suddenly, her eyes trickled only smeared mascara as the sky domed a gentle luster to her hair. At that moment, she was awakened by a tingle that calmed and silenced the fury of nerves that provoked her.
She reached for a small box near the foot of her desk and tussled the papers in it aside. Barely a moment later, her hand shuddered the box to its side. Everything she'd just jammed into it, rolled to a scanty mound.
A blend of potting soil and fertilizer leaked inside a watering can, and a wet violet suckling vintage terra cotta sprung from its saucer. Jutting a matching set of turn of the century Zen-statues and hurling an oriental tea set off kilter.
With increased focus, the husky man sighted Danielle's palms shellacking file folders and sifting what appeared an infinite mountain of paperwork. As her pores trickled sweat, she could barely squirm the leather without going unnoticed. Just then, she tucked a folder into the box, brushing her hand against a feathery velvet petal. And then the very next moment, he shouldered past Roman with his mechanized pace rising toward her.
Before she could slip her hand from the box, the man all but rushed over quicker than a heartbeat, as he stood shadowing her eyes. "Ma'am, all the files are property of Finch Young." As he spoke, a permanent crease in his forehead framed his piranha face. His heavy bearded jaw line was grizzled and inexplicably pale.
He stood woodenly as a soldier intensely focused on her every move. His eyes narrowed as he grimaced a gesture toward the desk, "They stay here. I have orders that all files and paperwork remain here."
She'd barely had time to grab her new pair of pointy-toed black slingbacks and a few other knick-knacks. The second she ladled a handful of ergonomic stress balls atop the file cabinet, the slender man ordered, "Miss, you have to exit the building. Now ."
The brashness took a turn for the worse when he shrieked, "Now!" His brusque shook a sudden tremor in her hand and sent the stress balls tumbling over her boot, wedged in a gap between the wall and the cabinet's footing.
Danielle twisted her torso as she fumbled over the last bit of
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