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"Art gallery director…no, wait…you're the creative one, aren't you?"
Damn my lip for quivering just then. Her new discovery animates her entire being: she leans forward, presses her palms against the table, and smiles gleefully.
"Some kind of artist…I love it! But a boss, too. Hmmm…I could definitely see you as an architect…"
I know she's baiting me, reading my every twitch. I cover my overly expressive mouth with one hand, but apparently, I'm already too late.
Suddenly, she lifts both hands and slams them back down forcefully on the table, rattling silverware, glasses and me.
"I've GOT it!"
A/N: Yeah, architect was a really good guess but then how could Emmett be in charge of the workshop? Hang on…one more!