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**Duncan Williams** · 06-02-2017, 08:09 PM

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Originally Posted by Melanie Williams

Melanie smirked. “No, no Dunkin Donuts. Unfortunately. God, I could use one right now.” Boston creme, right here. “You had more struggles than I did. You had to be hired on.” Which, thankfully, had been easy. Moxley was an easy target. She ran her fingers over the top of the fireplace. A thick layer of dust coated the top, and Melanie crinkled her nose in disgust. “So if the office is unused, they don’t clean it?” she asked. With a wave of her wand and a muttering of one of the many cleaning spells she knew, she took care of the dust problem.

Gift, he called it. Melanie rolled her eyes. “We need to keep an eye out for who is on the receiving end.” She already had ideas. Kaysha Stewart. Perhaps Duncan, though, had someone better in mind? She’d let him speak before she gave her own opinion. “I haven’t relayed all of it to him, yet. I’m testing the waters. But he could be good for us.” She had a far-off look in her eye, as if she were imagining it all already.

A wave of nostalgia of home washed over her. She missed everything about it. She missed the ease of the early days. Things were harder now, more secretive. She was held in high regard; she was responsible for making things happen.

It was then that she approached Duncan and hugged him. “I miss her.”

"Me too. Shame they don't do it in this forsaken place." He cast a disgusted look over the office, as if it was personally responsible for the lack of Dunkin Donuts in this place before his eyes landed on Melanie once more. "Not entirely hard if you know how to play your cards right. Meredith likes attention, especially from good looking men. Who am I to say no?" The disgusted look was replaced with a hint of a smirk before he continued, "Luckily, you told me all about her before the interview." Which made it easier than brewing the Cure for Boils. He watched her going about cleaning the place, silently grateful that she was doing so. The general smell of dust and stuffiness dissipating meant that there was a greater concentration of the smell of that tangy-sweet pineapple in the air. Yes, grateful.

The receiving end? He quirked his eyebrow at her. "And who is on the receiving end?" If it was a woman, then he knew exactly how to take care of that issue. If it was a man, then they were going to have a few problems in hands. "Only if he can be trusted. He can't ruin our plans." Duncan wasn't one to trust many people's judgement and certainly didn't believe an entire story but Melanie was one of the few people on this planet who held his blind trust.

When she approached him for a hug, Duncan wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to be comforting. "She'll be happy with your progress." His voice was softer than before. "And you're doing all this for her. You'll get your own reward, no doubt."

He hoped.

06-02-2017, 08:09 PM	#12 (permalink)
Duncan Williams Puffskein Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 1,026	Quote: Originally Posted by Melanie Williams Melanie smirked. “No, no Dunkin Donuts. Unfortunately. God, I could use one right now.” Boston creme, right here. “You had more struggles than I did. You had to be hired on.” Which, thankfully, had been easy. Moxley was an easy target. She ran her fingers over the top of the fireplace. A thick layer of dust coated the top, and Melanie crinkled her nose in disgust. “So if the office is unused, they don’t clean it?” she asked. With a wave of her wand and a muttering of one of the many cleaning spells she knew, she took care of the dust problem. Gift, he called it. Melanie rolled her eyes. “We need to keep an eye out for who is on the receiving end.” She already had ideas. Kaysha Stewart. Perhaps Duncan, though, had someone better in mind? She’d let him speak before she gave her own opinion. “I haven’t relayed all of it to him, yet. I’m testing the waters. But he could be good for us.” She had a far-off look in her eye, as if she were imagining it all already. A wave of nostalgia of home washed over her. She missed everything about it. She missed the ease of the early days. Things were harder now, more secretive. She was held in high regard; she was responsible for making things happen. It was then that she approached Duncan and hugged him. “I miss her.” "Me too. Shame they don't do it in this forsaken place." He cast a disgusted look over the office, as if it was personally responsible for the lack of Dunkin Donuts in this place before his eyes landed on Melanie once more. "Not entirely hard if you know how to play your cards right. Meredith likes attention, especially from good looking men. Who am I to say no?" The disgusted look was replaced with a hint of a smirk before he continued, "Luckily, you told me all about her before the interview." Which made it easier than brewing the Cure for Boils. He watched her going about cleaning the place, silently grateful that she was doing so. The general smell of dust and stuffiness dissipating meant that there was a greater concentration of the smell of that tangy-sweet pineapple in the air. Yes, grateful. The receiving end? He quirked his eyebrow at her. "And who is on the receiving end?" If it was a woman, then he knew exactly how to take care of that issue. If it was a man, then they were going to have a few problems in hands. "Only if he can be trusted. He can't ruin our plans." Duncan wasn't one to trust many people's judgement and certainly didn't believe an entire story but Melanie was one of the few people on this planet who held his blind trust. When she approached him for a hug, Duncan wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to be comforting. "She'll be happy with your progress." His voice was softer than before. *"And you're doing all this for* her. You'll get your own reward, no doubt."** He hoped. __________________