James nodded again, awkwardly. All this nodding was making his head sore. So all he had to do was write an article... about anything? That was awesome. He would do it on the preliminary stock broking changes of the first quarter period of 2050-2058. Or not.
His boss kinda went into la-la land, leaving James very much alone and very much confused. If she was Managing Editor.. who was the Editor in chief? James very much hoped it was another attractive blonde woman. Wink. "You're quite sure then?" He asked, amused at the idea of desks running out. Imagining their little wooden legs moving. How the simple amused the stupid. "Right. Well thank-you Ms. Knoll." He liked to keep things formal.. for now.
As she asked him if he wanted to ask anything else, James shook his head. He wanted to find a desk.. and perhaps charm it for a moment into dancing. "No, thankyou," He replied, with a smirk. Smiling appreciatively, he headed out.
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