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Welcome to PAD's first drabble.
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37.
"Bella, I cannot let you do that…
You do not understand…
If you become involved, it could ruin you…
I could not live with myself if my circumstances became your undoing."
"Edward, what aren't you saying?"
"Not tonight, Bella, please; I will tell you everything as long as it remains guarded under attorney/client privilege."
"That is reasonable enough.
"Besides, I believe it to be uncivilized to talk business as we still have some dessert to finish; may I continue with the tour?"
"Certainly, Edward, I am sorry for ruining our evening."
He turns sharply towards me, his irritation clearly evident.
A/N:
Uh oh, did Bella rub him the wrong way?
Do you think she'll get a chance to rub him the right way?
What do you think could ruin Bella?
Do you think we need to get to that dessert?
What is in those pestering cabinets?
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