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The eyes flash, and a smiles crosses briefly across her face as she watches Larry exit through the door.
Setting aside for now the binder in front of her full of six sigma team project status information, she reaches towards the wall and grasps her familiar staff in hand. Taking another sip of her mead, she looks around and imitating Morg's earlier addressment, she gives him a wink and lightly taps her mug on the table.
The only way to keep reality in check and under control is to game... stress relief must be met, and Larry has taken the first step in this adventure.
Signaling the barkeep to bring her another mead, she whispers in his ear and points out the persons she wants him to take mead to, then kicks back in the chair. She glares momentarily at the binder again, then warily picks up a pen and begins to write while waiting...
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