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Fashioned
Right under our noses
“You going away at all?” He doesn’t look at her.
“I might.”
Shel hopes this works to get rid of him, but he just sits here, leafing through the magazine with his pant leg hitched up to reveal a bright pink sock. Maybe if she acts like she’s working? She opens some documents on her computer and makes that call she’s been putting off. Still, he sits there, all slouchy and comfortable.
“You’ve gotten to be pretty friendly with our new rock star, haven’t you?” He doesn’t even look up from his magazine as he asks this.
“Who?” Shel knows who he’s talking about but wants to hear him say her name.
“Moira, the godsend who is going to save us all.”
“We need salvation? Hmmm.”
Fielding closes the magazine and it’s fun to see him quickly tuck his annoyance away.
“You see the books. You know why I was brought in.” He squints a little, “Don’t you?”
“What I see and what I know aren’t any of your business.” Shel feels wonderfully revved up. “Right?”
Fielding rises, straightens the crease in his trousers and nods. Shel suspects that she hasn’t made a friend here but doesn’t much care. She’s got a meeting later with Ms. Chaney and hopes there will be an…
