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They cleaned the table, but Den tossed down five bucks.He walked her back to her apartment and nodded.“He really meant it.Call him if you need him.Program his number into your shitty phone.And mine.If you can’t get a hold of him, I can.”
She took out her phone and convinced it to turn on.She jabbed in the number and then Den’s number.
Den looked at her phone.“I thought they recalled those.”
“It escaped.It works as a phone but not much else.Just a few more days.”
Den looked concerned, and then he pulled her in for a hug.“Just giving the private eye something to see.”
“I thought someone else was following me.”
“Someone else?”
“Nelson was one of them until I told him off.”
“You are sure you are fine?”
“I am.I leave here to go to work and the gym.”
“So, how much do you lift?”
She grinned and shoved him back.“Enough.”
He staggered.“That was what I thought.”
She laughed.“See you at work?”
“Yup.You know where to find me.In the dark confines of IT.”
“Yeah.Well, you do good work.”
“Thank you.Good night.”
He waited until she was inside then waved, and she headed back to the elevator.
Once she was in her apartment, she felt better.She drew the blinds and got ready for bed in the bathroom.No more naked roaming.
In her pyjamas that had seen better days and much better washing machines, she logged into the system and started working on that video.The permissions she had asked for had come through.It came in handy working for the company that owned the most energetic show with the most surprising results.
Her video was about the physical effort it took to get through the day.Any day.And that women who raised kids and lived normal lives had to engage in effort worthy of someone going to the gym.The gym just gave you practice for when you had to exert yourself.It wasn’t about fashion or being seen; it was about personal strength and confidence.
She went through the footage available at the company and got all of the files lined up for the morning.Editing was precise, but she had to sync all the movements together and make precise cuts.That is what was going to take her days.She was looking forward to it.
When her crappy phone chirped, she realized it was eleven.There was nothing else for it, she went to bed.
She was elbow deep in matching a beat to a hand slamming on a climbing rock when someone tapped her shoulder.Eudora jolted and looked at the receptionist.
The receptionist was smiling, and it was a glowing smile.
Eudora assessed the situation.“You just met my new lawyer.”
“He’s dreamy.How do you not just throw him to the ground and jump him?”
“Because he’s my lawyer.”
“He’s in the lobby.He needs to talk to you.”
She locked her terminal and got up.“Okay, cool.”She put her headphones on the desk and followed Molly down to the lobby.
