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She chose her seat and sat down. Her silken dress shimmered slightly in the halflight as she set her glass on the sidetable next to her. She was nervous, knowing he was in the next room, knowing how she felt about him.

Minutes passed and anticipation gave way to nerves. To shake them off she stood up to get a better look at the room she was waiting in. A bookcase stood by the window neatly stacked with the 'great' writers of time; in fact a few books lay in a pile at the base of the unit with pages folded for markers. Futher along the room was his drinks cabinet with a broken open hatch so all the spirits were displayed; she wondered if he broken it open himself to save the hassle of opening each time, or even did he care people saw all the bottles were empty. Further still and closest to her was his study desk. Paper was strewn about it with ink blots spreading through. It did occur to her to be strange that he didn't seem to have any really modern technology in the room but only as a passing fancy. A leather bound book did catch her attention though; so, risking breaking into his privacy, she immediately picked it up and flicked through reading diagrams and notes that seemed to be in code. Slowly she realised it was shorthand; the type she was supposed to learn in her job.

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He grabbed her around the waist and her breath escaped her. Her heart began to beat faster and when her breathing returned it was laboured.

Description
She chose her seat and sat down. Her silken dress shimmered slightly in the halflight as she set her glass on the sidetable next to her. She was nervous, knowing he was in the next room, knowing how she felt about him.

Minutes passed and anticipation gave way to nerves. To shake them off she stood up to get a better look at the room she was waiting in. A bookcase stood by the window neatly stacked with the 'great' writers of time; in fact a few books lay in a pile at the base of the unit with pages folded for markers. Futher along the room was his drinks cabinet with a broken open hatch so all the spirits were displayed; she wondered if he broken it open himself to save the hassle of opening each time, or even did he care people saw all the bottles were empty. Further still and closest to her was his study desk. Paper was strewn about it with ink blots spreading through. It did occur to her to be strange that he didn't seem to have any really modern technology in the room but only as a passing fancy. A leather bound book did catch her attention though; so, risking breaking into his privacy, she immediately picked it up and flicked through reading diagrams and notes that seemed to be in code. Slowly she realised it was shorthand; the type she was supposed to learn in her job.

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He grabbed her around the waist and her breath escaped her. Her heart began to beat faster and when her breathing returned it was laboured.