( and something like fourteen minutes later — punctuality only gets you so far — roxy's waltzing in in, yes, workout pants and ballet flats, with her hair tied back and a slim gym bag full of manila envelopes and a couple rounds of ammo instead of trainers. but no one has to know.
she joins him at the bar, cargo stowed neatly between the legs. there's a healthy distance between their bodies, telling perhaps of some lack of real trust despite how roxy smiles and speaks to him. ) Hello, darling. How was the office?
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she joins him at the bar, cargo stowed neatly between the legs. there's a healthy distance between their bodies, telling perhaps of some lack of real trust despite how roxy smiles and speaks to him. ) Hello, darling. How was the office?