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When her boss chuckled at her joke, Pandora actually cracked a smile. "Chad it is then." She said and raised her coffee cup as if to toast him. "So long as you call me Pandora. Miss Fortunea sounds like my maiden aunt."
She noticed that while she was speaking, he had stopped drinking his coffee. He was giving her his undivided attention. Well, she thought, he really does seem to be a good listener.
She topped up her coffee and added another dollop of honey. She took a sip. Strong, black and sweet. Perfect. She smiled again, slightly intoxicated by the scent and taste of her drink.
He didn't think he was incapable. Well, he shouldn't, capable was one way in which to describe Pandora. What she was capable of was up for debate. He had heard good things? Keeping her face as inscrutable as ever, she addressed the point "Would it unprofessional of me to ask what you've heard? Or who you've heard it from?" She kept her tone light but she really was curious.
He had made no reference to her father. She tried not to over analyse this but it wasn't easy. Santana had been upfront with his views, which had reassured her. She found not knowing people's opinions on that subject difficult, she found it difficult to trust them without knowing. She surveyed her new boss, trying to work him out.
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