joi, 10 iunie 2010

III

"Cyn-" he almost cried for her again just as she walked into his office.
Dougan Alexandros, Chief Inquisitor for 14 years, awarded 7 times the "Mark of Exceptional Service". Dougan Alexandros, retired captain of the Continental Defense Force, decorated 15 times for his heroism and leadership during the First and Second Punic Wars. Dougan Alexandros, wounded over 47 times in the line of duty and credited with saving the lives of countles people under his command as well as with the dispatching of untold scores of adversaries. Dougan Alexandros, often left speechles by his secretary's entrances.
It wasn't an emotional attraction, or at least he didn't think it was. And it most certainly wasn't sexual lusting. It was...a mistery. Cynthia wasn't his idea of a potential mate, afterall. But as unsure as he was to the cause of this peculiar reaction, so painfully sure was he of it's existence. Not only that but the idea of such a mundane and readily available weekness made his spine curl.
"By the Archon, woman! Could you have taken longer?"
He managed to disguise his weekness with a pause that mimicked a man restraining his anger. Or so he thought.
"I'm-pause;swallow;pause-I'm sorry, sir" she said as she lowered her head, hunched forward ever so slightly and letting her arms fall alongside her body in a posture that screamed shame and remorse. It screamed so much shame and so much remorse that her lowered head managed the conceal the satisfied grin
"Gotcha again, you old softie..." she thought to herself.


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