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Originally Posted by LeapFrog  Daphne ogled at her neat desk. Once work really started up, it would be absolutely covered in parchment and papers. "I went to Australia once. Weather was just dreadful in Sydney. Rained our entire holiday, but I hear it can be lovely," she giggled. Reminiscing was one of her favorite pastimes.
Her eyes wandered out to the hallway. "Have you checked out the rest of the office? This was my first stop, to drop off the stuff. Looks really nice. Wonder if there's anything surprising lurking in the corners. Wouldn't put it past the DP editors," she mused. The child in her wanted to explore this new and foreign area, but the adult realized she had actual work to do. "It can be." Jane agreed, "I just hate how hot and sticky it gets. Its the kind of place where you can't really wear all that many clothes at one time during the summer and I'm a fan of layers." And air-conditioning. Jane was also a fan of air-conditioning.
"No I haven't, I thought it was better to have a base of operations set up first, then I'll hazard the coffee and take a peek in all the other offices." All of them. Every single room would soon have Jane poking her nose in and being curious about the contents and the people who inhabited the room. Quote:
Originally Posted by Ama
On the way from his office to the Section Editors' office, Ian Hoshino considered Hunter's Mum to be very wise. He wondered on what grounds it was permissible to place a silencing charm on your employees. He'd have to run that by Sienna and have her speak to the Human Resources people.
"I'm coming in!" announced Ian even though he had already opened the door. "And I have a very talkative woman with me. You have been warned."
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Originally Posted by Cassirin "I'm NOT," Hunter complained, slipping in under Ian's arm and immediately taking up a corner of Jane's desk. It was her seat. And the desk didn't even slant anymore. "Merlin, I can be practically taciturn. Ask Jane. She knows me best."
And it was true. Jane was a good friend to Hunter, one she was comfortable being loud and boisterous around, and one she who didn't mind the occasional bouts of sulkiness and general moody malaise. That was... Ian? And Hunter by the description. Jane turned around in her seat, big welcoming smile already in place. She laughed when Hunter came in and found her usual perch, except the desk was bigger and far more stable. Oh wait. Was that serious? Jane was supposed to support that one? Big eyes, Jane looked at Ian and nodded at her boss. "Exceedingly taciturn."
She shot a twinkling look at Hunter, "You only need to fill her mouth with food or drink and she'll be positively silent."
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