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Eliora was in MOURNING.
She had lost her work husbands, both in one swift movement. Her Aron, oh her darling Aron that she loved to get under the skin of... and her Rusty. OH IT WAS TOO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.
TOO MUCH TO EVEN WANT TO BE AT WORK.
Her toddler had been hellish and on some sort of screaming kick that morning and so she'd handed him off to her mother and dressed how she felt.
In all BLACK.
She wailed her way through the reception area and past Ursula and then into the conference room as late as ever, giving a shove past a male as she did so. She didn't even have time to stop and rate him. She wanted coffee and Rusty to make her coffee and Aron to ignore her shouts for even mORE coffee. ELIORA NEEDED HER WORK HUSBANDS BACK RIGHT NOW.
She took no time lying herself flat out on the table in the middle of the room and wailed once more. "SOMEONE GET RUSTY. SOMEONE GET ARON. TELL THEM I AM DYING WITHOUT THEM."
The Dodderidge needed her men.
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