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Eddie's eyebrows raised incredulously, his dark eyes twinkling with mirth. “The Managin' Editor? Aren't day all dough?” From Eddie's experience of employment, managers were always the most curious of species. They either wanted to be your friend... or they treated you like the lowest of the low. Thankfully, Eddie's charisma had always been beneficial to him in past employment. People respected him. “'Trange? How?” He asked interested.
He really wasn't sure what to make of this man. He was friendly, and yet there was no warmth there. No connection? Maybe it was the Irishman's fault – the first day nerves were quashing his natural warmth. Maybe a drink after work would help the conversation flow more naturally. “I could tell you were a writer.” He winked. “Which section y'write for?”
...And the guided tour? Perhaps they could talk while they walked. Eddie wanted to meet the rest of the staff. He began to move towards the door. “First stop, coffee room I tink.”
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