Enlightenment

He was saying something; she could say that much. What though, she wasn't sure. They had been discussing the new business and enterprise status that she was hoping to implement, though he had been less enthusiastic. No surprise. He had let her know from the start what he thought of it. And he took the opportunity to say again.

Rolling her eyes, she took a sip of coffee, flicking through the handbook as if she were listening and merely checking some facts to throw back at him. In reality, Rachel did not hear what he said. She simply didn't care. Even if he didn't want the new status, she would ensure they got it either way. Some people simply didn't know what was good for them. Besides, Eddie never had anything good to say.

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"What do you think?" Not hearing an answer, she peered over her shoulder. "Eddie?"

He peered up from the table, halfway through drinking his coffee. Realising she wanted his attention, he lowered his cup.

"What do you think?" she repeated.

"I think it's a good idea," he insisted. "I'll be surprised if they say no to that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She turned back to the desk, smugly shuffling her papers into a neat pile. This was months' worth of work- their implementing the new technology department. She had put in a bid for funding and, unsure of how well it had been written, Rachel had asked Eddie to read it over. He had come into school early that morning, displeased to be awake at such a time, dark circles under his eyes that revealed he had spent the night reading. But he had said it was good, the small acknowledgement pleasing her. She always wanted to hear what he had to say. Rachel couldn't do anything without him.