[ It's fine. He gets the sense that he's used to women glaring at him like that, and his only response is the spark of a smile.
So he goes to casually peruse their surroundings, not messing with anyone's desks beyond picking things up and putting them back where he found them. Lord knows he's particular about his own space-- is he? he must be. ]
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So he goes to casually peruse their surroundings, not messing with anyone's desks beyond picking things up and putting them back where he found them. Lord knows he's particular about his own space-- is he? he must be. ]
Ah! Here! ...It doesn't have names, just numbers.