Phoebe paused briefly before saying, "Mr. Landeau, I have work to do. I need to head to the office."With that, she turned to leave.Simon stared after her in disbelief. He inwardly swore, thinking that she was such a cold woman."Wait!" He walked over to the display shelf, having noticed her glance there earlier. He pointed at "Polaris" and tested her. "You gave this to him, didn't you?"Phoebe knew that if she admitted it, Simon would probably spin an even juicier story in his head. So, she said, "No.""Really?"She was getting fed up with him. She smiled faintly and said, "You've got quite the imagination, Mr. Landeau, but I really didn't get that."This time, she didn't wait for him to say anything else and left for good.Simon stared at the closed door, the corners of his lips twitching. He picked up "Polaris" and flipped it over, seeing its name etched on the base. Then, he set it back on the shelf.His gut told him that he was right, but Phoebe's face gave nothing away.
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