[ Cadence is knee-deep in a completely separate deposition transcript that's failing to hold her attention when the tell-tale email notification chimes on her computer. She caps her highlighter and shifts her swivel chair over to the monitor, scanning the email with a critical eye. ]
"Haha"? Who even types that in a professional email?
[ Her ever-lit flame of indignation flares at the implication he's too busy to speak with her and her fingers are poised to respond to the email before she pulls back, disquieted by her own knee-jerk reaction.
Why is she even giving this prat the time of day again? Client or not...
Instead, Cadence sets her out of office up early and pulls up her phone's contact list, scanning through an admittedly extensive list of potential meals and dates, depending on the evening. She settles on one, a Wall Street stock broker with dark hair and a thinly veiled humiliation kink that'll work wonders for her pent up rage this evening--he responds to her text about dinner within minutes, and she leans back in her chair, trying to use the gratification of being highly desired fight off the feeling of unease forming a pit in her stomach.
It's fine. He can admittedly play the game better than her usual prey, but they both know how the hunt ends. ]
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did i do this reply just to avoid writing the next starter? who could say!!
"Haha"? Who even types that in a professional email?
[ Her ever-lit flame of indignation flares at the implication he's too busy to speak with her and her fingers are poised to respond to the email before she pulls back, disquieted by her own knee-jerk reaction.
Why is she even giving this prat the time of day again? Client or not...
Instead, Cadence sets her out of office up early and pulls up her phone's contact list, scanning through an admittedly extensive list of potential meals and dates, depending on the evening. She settles on one, a Wall Street stock broker with dark hair and a thinly veiled humiliation kink that'll work wonders for her pent up rage this evening--he responds to her text about dinner within minutes, and she leans back in her chair, trying to use the gratification of being highly desired fight off the feeling of unease forming a pit in her stomach.
It's fine. He can admittedly play the game better than her usual prey, but they both know how the hunt ends. ]