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“I swear these places jist take sum random bloke av the street an' tell dem to run the show.” Eddie obviously wasn't including himself in this sweeping generalisation of management.
Wait.. she? He had been expecting this S. Knoll to be a 'he'. But this was good. Women, as long as they weren't the highly strung or emotionally frazzled were much nicer to work with than men... just as long as you had a couple blokes thrown in there to balance out that terrible cattiness that went on when they were in packs. “Bummer.” The Irishman shook his head mock sadly at James' explanation of Ms Knoll. “Dat's no good ay' all.” He smiled wryly. “Hafta see what we can do to cheer the broad up den wont we?” A flash of pearly white teeth as Eddie grinned at this thought. Turn on the ol' Oirish charm... just as long as she wasn't some middle aged munter, right? Although some older women could be incredibly attractive.
He laughed at the kid's joke. This bloke had a sense of humour at least. “Naw. Are yer? You're makin' me wish I'd stayed in me cushy job in Irelan'.” He cast his eye over the man, thinking. “I'd say 'tis more that you have a certain sneaky quality aboyt yer. An' yeh seem fairly on the ball.” Was he a Snake at school? Would have been way after Eddie left though. The kid looked young to the older man.
News, eh? “News alwus struck me as the most interestin' area of journalism. You must 'af met some pretty interesting people in yer time.” In his time? He looked about 20. His time was probably only a couple of years.
He nodded. “As much as I'd luv to stand 'ere chattin' all day with you, sunshine, I tink it's time to make a move.” He opened the door, and wandered into the main offices, holding the door open for his new acquaintance behind him.
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