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Jen walked towards the lift, trying to let the nerves dissipate. She knew she should be happy. Roy had heard what she had said and not run away. She smiled slightly, pressing the button for the lift she started as she heard footsteps behind her.
"Roy!"
"Look." He paused, suddenly self conscious. "I, well I know you said you could go to his office on your own. And that you can deal with him but..."
"But what." Jen raised an eyebrow watching as he blushed.
"What if he knows?"
"Knows what?"
"About us. You and me." His hands gestured between the two of them. "What if he knows that we are, you know? Together. Like that."
Roy looked flustered as Jen smiled. She knew Roy had always hated their boss - was the exact opposite of everything Douglas Reynholm was or ever could be. That he was worried their kissing would reflect badly on her was quite sweet. She rested a hand on his chest as he met her eyes.
"It won't be about that." She tried to reassure him. "Roy, honestly how? How can he know about us? Until this morning neither of us knew about us."
"Moss did. Richmond did."
"Yes well, as much as I love them both they are weird and spend too much time in that basement with us. Don't worry."
He nodded, he sighed as she turned back to the lift.
"You're right. I know. But I'm still coming with you. I'll wait outside. I just."
Jen sighed. "Are you always going to be this overprotective?"
"No. Yes. Yes where a sex pest like tha is concerned. Yes." He stated firmly. "I know you're capable and professional and all tha but no. This time I need to be sure you're ok." Roy took a deep breath as Jen smiled.
"Ok." She watched him, relieved that he was going with her. "Come on then."
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Richmond drank his black tea as Moss sat at the computer. Moss decided that ignoring the local Goth was probably the best way to go.
"You're weird."
"Yes." Moss smiled. "Weird is me. I am weird. That's all I've got. Weird and my sweet style."
"Style?"
"Says Bram Stoker." Moss smirked as the taller man looked away. "Sorry."
"That's ok. Bram Stoker wrote the Dracula novels. He was very cool. Do you think Jen will be ok? Douglas does not have the scruples of his late father or grandfather did." Richmond looked up. "It's Jen."
"Yeah, it's Jen. She'll be fine." Moss frowned, knowing that he was hoping she was ok more than he was certain she would be.
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Jen walked towards the office door as Roy touched her arm.
"Jen."
The door opened as Jen straightened her jacket. She knew that she was being ridiculous. There was no way Douglas would behave badly towards her following the lawsuit.
"Douglas."
"Come in, Jen." He closed the door behind her as Roy was left worrying.
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