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Post by Pyro on Jul 13, 2006 1:28:28 GMT -5
As she stepped from the office, John's face broke out into what could only be described as a smirk of triumph. She wanted games? He could play games.
A lot of people underestimated John Allerdyce. Just because at times he appeared to act on impulse, it wasn't necessarily that the impulse was always rash. He had sensed that she was toying with him, playing with his masculinity in a way he was unused to.
He had simply upped the ante.
And had possibly won the first round.
The same self-satisfied smirk on his face, he slid back into the chair behind the desk and returned to the necessary grind of researching NovaTeX. Tomorrow would come soon enough.
((TBC....'tomorrow'!))
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