“Well, how’d she look when she came out of the interview?” Cole asked. “She’s-wait, you’re supposed to be giving me the lowdown.”
Knowing Lincoln, that had probably been his play the entire time. “Okay, so talk to me about this Penelope Pope.”Ĭole made his way back to the front of the desk, only to realize that Lincoln had swiped his coffee. “No idea,” Lincoln said, leaning back in the chair. The blinking light chirped its reminder that someone was still on hold, and Lincoln swore, picked up the receiver and hit a rapid progression of numbers, and then hung it back up again. “I managed to convince everyone else to just call back later, or distracted them by asking about their day.” “You haven’t figured out how to transfer a call by now?” “How long have you been sitting here?” Cole asked. “Why isn’t there just a simple transfer button?” Lincoln muttered. “Really? Because I could tell you all about the cute brunette who’s talking to Cassidy right now about your job.”Ĭole couldn’t get around the desk fast enough.
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