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Long fingers danced to an unheard melody, moving across a soft leather armrest and back-lighted by the sunlight streaming through the large windows that made up one wall of a well-used office.
A sandy haired head peaked around the door and the fingers skittered, paused, and moved on once more.
"Ma'am, three days until launch. Everything is green to go so far. Also…."
The man paused, as if questioning his boss was something unusual and almost sacrilegious.
"Are you sure you can convince him to play?"
Luminescent blue eyes glittered in the fading light of sunset unseen behind a large office chair that sat facing the windows behind the large rosewood desk that dominated the office, and the pale fingers dance picked up, almost seeming mocking.
"Of course I can."
In the dark of a single room, a hand twitched, and green eyes flashed in warning.