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Coffee BreakVeronique sighed, putting just enough energy into it to be heard by the girl 10 feet away in the shoe department. The name that girl's tag said something like Dominique or Mozambique or something equally 'exotic'. It didn't matter that her name was actually Veronica. Nobody would correct her while she was here in the boonies, working at the only department store for miles... Lots of miles. She had never counted.Coffee Break by RealtaReatha
Out here the only exotic names came from the TV. French names used by the department store clerks was somebody's idea of culture. It wasn't like she'd run into any family or friends out here- nobody who would correct her name publicly.
And besides, she liked telling cute guys here name was--
"Veronique?" It was Nora, who still introduced herself as Norma when people made the mistake of asking her name. If they'd just read her name-tag, things would be so much simpler. Luckily, the poor girl never knew Veronique's real name. It would have really confused her.
"Thanks, Nora." She
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“Gabe! How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Don't touch the files without authorization?” He suddenly pulled his hand away from a pile of unfiled reports. There was no doubt he had heard her coming, yet he looked up quickly, and didn't begin to turn until after she spoke.
“No.” She frowned, clearly expecting him to know exactly what she was talking about. But there were so many rules in the Archives; somebody else's rules. He had the worst time keeping track of them all.
“Don't touch the files without authorization and/or gloves?” The offending hand vanished behind his back. In response she crossed her arms over her chest. “Should I be wearing a mask, too?”
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“Ray Devine, just the soul I am looking for.” It wasn't that Jesse's tone was in-genuine, but he certainly didn't sound happy.
“Hey Jess. Take a seat,” He motioned to the empty stool beside him, “I'll buy.” As Ray turned to look at the man who had approached him, a realization struck him, surprisingly hard. There were very few people Jesse sounded happy to see. Two of those people were Jesse's sisters. And the other six were cops, or close enough to it. He had certainly never expressed any pleasure in seeing Ray.
“No thanks, this is business, not pleasure.”
“Business?” That wasn't good. Ray set his glass down on the bar slowly, and narrowed his eyes. “What kind of Business? Are Shaw and Jake involved