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It took another two hours to get through to the last employee, who happened to be the Office Administrator lady. By the end of her questionnaire, you had the feeling she realized how much time had been wasted today with all the meetings instead of just a quick email. Her smile was faltering a little, and she made it clear that it was nearing end-of-business and 'everyone is ready to call it quits for the day.'

Soon you and Sabrina were being escorted out and thanked for your work. You'd stowed the papers into your messenger bag, and when you and Sabrina stepped out of the Benthouse building the heat of the day had worn off a bit. Sabrina winced a bit at the sharp light, the sun beating down at an angle, so you took your sunglasses out of your bag and set them on her face for her.

"Thanks," she said, grinning.

"No problem," you said. They were a little too big for her, and the mirrored lenses reflected your back at yourself, but her smile was bright and innocent and she looked cute as hell.

"What?" she asked. "Do I look silly?"

"No, no," you said. "I just want them back. You look good though."

"Do I?" she asked. "Hold on, let's take a selfie."

Sabrina took out her phone and thumbed on the camera, then turned and nestled in under your arm, pressing her body to yours. She was carrying her sweater in her other hand, which she hid with her purse behind your back, and you could feel her small tits pressed into your side as she tilted her face up and smiled at the camera. She clicked the shutter button, and then again, before stopping.

"Hold on. Could you just tilt your head this way?" she asked.

"Like this?" you said, trying to mimic her motion.

"No, more like- no, yeah, like that," she said, nudging your face around. "OK, better. Now smile with just a little more teeth. No, too much. Little less. Now smile with your eyes."

"What does that mean?" you asked.

"Ugh, boys," Sabrina said. Then she went up on her tiptoes and kissed you on the cheek. "There, that look. That's smiling with your eyes."

You tried to hold your face still as your heart gave a few heavy thumps in your chest. Despite your conversations today, and all the heavy flirting, and the 'show' is the restaurant, it all felt kind of distant. Like you were living outside your body. But that kiss, her lips pressed to your cheek? It was like an airplane coming in for a landing, that first bump of wheels to pavement.

"Perfect," she said, then took another two pictures, then leaned her head on your chest more and took another two, then went up on tiptoes and took another one as she planted her lips on your cheek again. "That one's just for me," she said. "I do not need my sisters asking me questions about you."

"I didn't know you had sisters," you said. "How many?"

"Two. Katherine is my twin sister - we're as close to identical as possible without actually being identical. Then there's Emma, the baby of the family. Well, that's not fair any more, she graduated high school this spring."

"Oh, that's fun," you said. "Is she excited for Uni?"

"She is! Actually, she's coming to State. She wants to spend a year in the dorms like I got to, otherwise I'm sure she'd have ended up living with me," Sabrina said. "God, wouldn't that have been awkward? Hey sis, don't worry about all the weird noises coming from my bedroom."

You laughed and nodded, "Yeah, maybe not something you'd want to have a family discussion about."

"Well, I might need to tell Katherine eventually. I think she'd understand, but it's also like - it's my body, but she's so similar that I'm kinda showing her off too, y'know? It's weird."

"I really don't know," you said. You had both started walking back to the office, and Sabrina had wrapped her arm through yours again as you walked. "I think that's very much a twin-thing. I don't know what it would be like looking at someone else who looks exactly like me."

"True," she said, and sighed. "I don't know. It's like - it's a completely different worry than some stranger finding out. Even if they do turn out to be pretty cool about it." She nudged you in the side.

"Yeah, yeah," you said. "Well, all you can do is hope they don't change the way they think about or treat you. And I'm sure if your sister is anything like you at all, she'll want to make sure you're good."

Sabrina hugged your arm tightly for a moment and smiled up at you through your sunglasses. "Thanks," she said. "Come on, let's get back to the office."

************

By the time you got back to the BMA offices, through rush hour traffic which did in fact slow down pedestrians, it was already going on twenty minutes after end of day. 'Becks' the secretary was gone from the front desk, replaced by a grim-faced security guard with jowls like a bulldog who didn't even look up when you walked through to the elevators.

"Should we just drop them off at his desk, or hold on to them to give to Garrison tomorrow?" Sabrina asked you as you were stepping off onto the third floor. She hadn't given you back your sunglasses, but had them pushed up and perched on her forehead, looking part punky biker chick and part nerdy office girl with her clothes.

"Let's drop them off at his desk, but we should make copies first," you said. "You know he'll want copies, and if we do them now it means he won't make us do them tomorrow."

"Good point," she said, then looked around as you both stepped out of the elevator area and into the dark hallways of the firm. "Jesus, there's no one here."

"Yeah, looks like everyone got out of here pretty quick today," you agreed.

Sabrina looked around, peeking down the next hallway over, before coming back. "Alright, well... copy room, right?"

"I can handle it if you want to get out of here," you said. "I think you mentioned something about trying to do some tanning to our hostess at lunch."

"I did, and that would be nice," she agreed. "But I'm not going to just abandon you to do the last of the work. That wouldn't really show how much I appreciate you letting me ride your coattails on this assignment."

You laughed, and both headed for the copy room.