Sirensong
“You know we could just text.”
“It’s not the same, not as genuine as hearing your voice.” He says in a gruff upset tone, like the little worry wort he is.
“Yeah, yeah dad. Listen, I’ve actually got to go now or I’m going to miss my flight!” I nod my head towards the tall, blue eyed, blonde woman with curly hair waiting for me patiently right outside my office. She nods back and starts walking towards the elevators and I follow, my suitcase in tow.
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