Monday morning, bright and early, Brennan entered the Jeffersonian Institute.
She walked straight through the doors, past her office and into the office Weiter to it, knowing that she was really chancing her arm.
Although, to her astonishment, her best friend was in there sitting at her desk.
“What are Du doing here?” she asked Angela, shock coming through in her voice.
“Uh, Sweetie. This is my office.”
“Yes, Angela. I’m aware. I just meant you’re not usually here this early.”
“Right. Well, see I left early Friday to go to this club. This truly amazing club and I decided to come...
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