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Jenna made her way to her desk, excitement bubbling inside her as she tried to think of rational, logical reasons why she should stay in the company. She quickly started up her computer, opened up a blank Word document, and began typing away her thoughts, selling herself to a man who would have taken her for high end prices an hour ago. But she had dug this hole for herself, and she was perfectly content with climbing out of it. Sure, she could have had sex with Owen and engraved her name on every affair and decision associated with this company, but that wasn't what she wanted to be remembered by. By Owen. He must respect her more after her behavior, right? Or was that just a lie that helped girls like her get through the day, fooling them into thinking that men found their behavior somewhat attractive. Shaking away the thought, she continued typing and was so deep into deliberating her word choice that she didn't notice someone creep up beside her. When she felt a paper being dropped beside her, she momentarily jumped and turned, her eyes landing on Owen. "Make some copies? Of course," she smiled, extracting herself from her seat and rushing to the copy room. "Thank you for the extension, Mr. Thatcher,' she called out, earning her a few looks from other employees who had just read the email their boss sent them. So why, they thought, was little miss blondie thanking the man that would be firing her the next day? For an extension, nonetheless. Biting down on her lip, she made the copies quickly and tried to shake off the glares she was receiving. A part of her wanted to grab the person who was filling up on the disgusting, lobby made coffee beside her and tell them that she had turned down his advances, and was far from cashing in on them. After making the copies she left the room and began to post them around the building, doing so at an impressively fast pace. She was gifted at her craft, there was no doubt about it. When she finally finished, she wiped the bead of sweat off her forehead and made her way back to her desk. Only to find a freshly baked chocolate chip muffin seated beside her computer. Her lips widened into a smile as she realized who must have been kind enough to treat her. By that time, however, the employees were barging into Owen's office, demanding explanations and reasonings. Meanwhile, she sat at her desk, typing away at her computer while she nibbled on her muffin.

Jace nodded, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair as he listened to Jade's explanation. "Jealous of our relationship, eh?" He chuckled, the idea amusing him beyond belief. "That's really, really cute in a way." He shook his head at the thought, making his way to the little bar he kept in the back of his office. "I apologize for my unprofessional behavior, Jade, but I really, really need a drink. Could I offer you one, or would that be overstepping any boundaries?" He asked, after filling a half glass of scotch. He brought the glass to his lips, still chuckling. "To be frank, I don't care about Peggy's behavior after I fire her, which I will. Since she did this to you, who's to say she won't do it to someone else? And at that point she's wasting money, because then I have to pay for new computers, using money that could be going somewhere else in order to boost my company. You see where I'm going with this, Jade?" He asked, his eyebrows raised as he took another sip. "I'll leave you here to make yourself acquainted with my space while I go pay Peggy a visit." He didn't wait for her answer regarding the drink, and instead filled her up a full glass of scotch and left it beside his keyboard. If she was interested, then she may indulge. Judging from her day's events and the look on her face, the babe could really use a drink. He adjusted his suit jacket as he made his way down the hallway toward Peggy's desk. He noticed a hot pink background flashing on her computer screen, an obvious sign that whatever site she was visiting wasn't for the good of the company. All the more reason for what he was about to do. "Peggy," he cleared his throat, standing behind her. He gave her an obvious shock, for she quickly exited from the screen she was viewing and shot  up from her seat. "Mr. Barker," she began, her thin lips curling into what she believed was a seductive smile. "How may I help you?" He could have sworn he felt a slight curtsey in her stance, making him all the more uncomfortable. "For the love of God, Peggy, don't call me Mr. Barker. Mr. Barker is my father. It's Jace. And the only way you can help me, dear, is if you don't vandalize office material at your next workplace." He handed her the pink slip and waltzed away, not even bothering with more words. The look on her face was enough for a lifetime's worth of content.
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Jade pursed her lips and shook her head. "Normally I would accept your offer, sir, but I'm in charge of driving home a few of my coworkers today when we leave the office," she told him, a slightly nervous laugh escaping from her lips. "I'm following all of what you're saying. All I ask is that you refrain from mentioning my name when... dealing with Peggy. I'll hold down the fort here while you leave, if you wish." When he filled a glass for her, she pursed her lips once again, debating whether or not to accept his offer and down the drink in one quick sip, something that she rarely did. When he left the room, she took a seat in his chair and sat silently, observing how he kept his desk. He was fairly clean and organized, which was nice, so she should have no problem sharing work space with him. She pulled up a window of the computer's word processing software and thought about how to start her statement. Multiple times, she had to stop herself and resist the urge to investigate what else he kept on his computer besides the company's automatically-loaded programs. She shook her head, immediately feeling guilty that she had even considered the idea. She leaned back in the chair and went for the glass, placing it to her lips and taking a small sip. When the smooth liquid slid down her throat, she knew that it was exactly what she needed to get through the rest of the work day. She finished the glass that he had poured for her and rose from the chair, walking over to the collection of bottles that Jace kept on a platter in the back of the office. She examined the labels of each of the bottles and eventually poured a variety of the liquid that she had never seen before. After all of the crazy things that had happened today, testing out a new flavor of alcohol was something that she looked forward to. She sat back down in the chair and began to drink from the glass, enjoying the taste. She closed her eyes and thought about what she was doing. Too soon, Jace came back from his adventure and her time alone was terminated. She nearly jumped out of her chair, not expecting him to come back so soon. "Sorry, I couldn't resist the offer. Thank you, Jace, for this," she said, raising her glass. She glanced down at the computer and realized that she hadn't even started her statement but had already downed two glasses. A loud hiccup escaped her lips and she shook her head, face flushed. "I look like a fool," she mumbled under her breath.
 
Owen nervously ran his hands through his hair as he was bombarded in his own office. He was amazed at some of the excuses that the interns came up with as to why they should be offering a permanent position. 'My baby momma won't like this!' and 'I can't believe I'll have to tell this to my parole officer!' were some of the ideas that made his eyes widen and his head hurt. Eventually, he was forced to stand up from his desk and exert a loud whistle to get the attention of the men and women that had literally and figuratively backed him into a corner. "This decision was completely out of my hands, I hope you all realize that," he advised them, surrounded by a bunch of red faces and tissue boxes. "After the transition is complete, I will consider opening up the internship positions once again and I encourage all of you to reapply. Please check the bulletin boards throughout the building for more information about the meeting that I will be holding tomorrow after a majority of you are scheduled to leave for the day, I strongly recommend that all of you attend. Now, please, exit my office immediately and allow me to get back to work!" By the time he was done with his shouting fit, those that were angry with him had given up and evacuated the room, while those still in shock remained in their positions with their shoes apparently glued to the floor. "Time to go," he said, gently placing his hands on the backs of a few of the young ladies and personally escorting them all back to their work spaces. "I expect you all to give 100% for the remainder of your stay at my company!" he added, addressing the entire workroom as he trudged back to his office. He slammed the door shut behind him, realizing that doing the same action just a few minutes beforehand could have saved him from a pounding headache and the urge to punch a hole in the wall. In just a few short hours, he had completely exhausted his wits and had run out of energy, despite all efforts that he made to maintain a calm, cool composure. He took a glance at the mirror on the wall and noticed his disheveled hairdo, glassy eyes and obvious frown lines. He let out a saddened sigh before sitting back down in his chair and tilting his head back. Before too long, he slipped into a cat nap, unaware of how physically and emotionally exhausted he truly was.
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Jenna chuckled to herself as she heard the diverse arrays of personal problems floating out of Owen's office. Well, it certainly wasn't going to be such a cut and dry change now, was it? They were firing almost a quarter of the company. Whether they paid their interns below minimum wage or not was beside the point. Most of the people here, like her, were attempting to kick start their careers. And this was one of the best opportunities in the game. Sure, maybe not all of them shared such a clean past as her. She knew a lot of them suffered quite a different history, in fact. Many of them were single parents, or people with minor law offenses. But they put their life together, trudged through undergraduate school, and now here they were, trying their hardest to make a name for themselves. Shoving a great, big rock in the way wasn't going to lift anyone's mood. Her thoughts somehow translated into elements of her paper, which sold her in a well put together way but also shared her true feelings; the company needs her, as well as all the other interns. That she, as well as the rest of them, weren't the only ones in need. It was a mutual relationship. She proofread it quickly, and was once she became satisfied with the finalized piece she hit print and rose from her seat. She took another bite of her chocolate chip muffin before making her way to the printer and picking up her piece. Thankfully, most people were too entranced with packing their items for the day to notice that she was going to sneak into Owen's office yet again. Taking a deep breath, she headed in that direction, making sure to knock before entering.

Now, he supposed all those Wall Street articles his father made him read growing up were correct. One never truly felt like a boss until they fired someone. And Jace will swear that there is nothing but truth behind that statement. He literally floated down the hallway, feeling as if someone had taken a great strain of weights off his shoulders. At the same time, he supposed he pitied Peggy for putting herself in such a compromising situation. But at the moment it wasn't his problem. She had, after all, vandalized company property. Whether her and Jade had a feud over him was another story, thought he prayed that they did. How hot was that? Not that Peggy was attractive or anything, but still. You weren't really a boss until you had two young, female coworkers fighting for your attention. Chuckling to himself, he opened the door to his office. He had forgotten that Jade was there, typing away at her paper. But he noticed the empty bottle of alcohol beside her before anything else. Grinning from ear to ear, he shut the door behind him. "Someone's made themselves comfortable, I see," he chuckled, walking toward her and leaning against the opposite side of the desk. He knew better than to lean on her chair, it was a matter of privacy and trust. He knew she wasn't doing anything other than her paper on his computer. Not that he had many files on there anyways. Except, of course, his email. Which contained her pictures on them...his phone happened to be programmed to send all picture messages to his email for backup. But she wouldn't go through his emails, right? Was that why she drunk the whole bottle? Naw, he doubted it. Even so..he supposed her finding out this way was easier than him telling her straightforwardly that he knew what color her panties were yesterday. Canary yellow.


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Jade sat her glass down on the desk and buried her face in her hands. Her feelings of embarrassment went away when he grinned, making her heart skip a beat. She wasn't sure she had ever seen him smile exactly like that before. Sure, she had seen glimpses of his pearly whites when he pasted a grin on his face at meetings and such but this - this was genuine. She let her hands down and splayed her fingers across the keyboard. "I can explain the blank screen," she said suddenly, feeling as if he needed an explanation why she had done no work. She attempted to stifle another hiccup by clearing her throat but was unsuccessful; instead, an odd, squeaking noise escaped and she was unable to hold back a loud laugh as a result. "And I guess I can come up for an excuse for the empty bottle, but you'll see right through me." She looked in his direction, noticing his position just a few short inches away from her. She took a few deep breaths before she made the decision to be bold. "Please tell me that you didn't plan for me to end up alone with you in your office, full of alcohol and completely vulnerable..." she wondered, turning her head to the side a bit as she was somewhat skeptical of it all. His stripping of clothes not long before, the sabotage of her work area, his generous offer of copious amounts of liquor... "Did Peggy's actions just help speed up the process? You know, if there's something that you need to talk to me about, you can just ask. Especially in this state of mind, I'm pretty much an open book, so read away." 
 
Owen woke from his light slumber when there was a knock at his door. Having curled up into a somewhat fetal position on his desk chair, he went to stand up and immediately fell onto the floor. He landed on some plastic binders and manuals with a noticeable thud. "Just a minute," he groaned, rolling over to lay on his back for a few short seconds before rising to stand. He brushed off the front of his dress shirt and rubbed at his eyes. He made his way to his office door and pulled it open to reveal Jenna, paper in hand. His eyes widened at first, having not expected her to arrive with her finished work so soon. He shook his head, mumbling an apology under his breath as he backed up and held the door open. He motioned for her to join him before closing the door behind her. He took his seat across from her and folded his hands on his desk. "My apologies, today has been quite... stressful, I'm sure you're aware, and I must have dozed off," he told her. "I'm also sincerely sorry that you had to listen to the commotion that took place" -- he glanced at the clock on his desk -- "around an hour ago. My strategy to avoid a riot in the main work room had failed and I was bombarded in my office." He cleared his throat. "Enough about that, though, let's take a look at what we've got here." He took the paper that she extended to him and he slid on the reading glasses that he kept folded on his desk. Normally, he wouldn't have opted to use them, but his busy day was taking a toll on him and his vision was one of the first things to go. He read the document, noticing how it was grammatically correct and flawless when it came to her spelling. Of course, she was a graduate student, but he hadn't expected anything of this caliber. "I am very impressed, Jenna," he said, setting the paper down. "I enjoy the way that you discussed not only your position here at TP but that of others as well. Congratulations, Miss Sparks, I'd like to offer you the position of being my personal assistant. Unless, of course, you have other ideas as to what position you wish to occupy."
 
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Jenna raised an eyebrow as she heard what sounded like books falling off of high places on the other side of the door. Damn, she thought. She wondered what Owen could possibly be doing in his free time. While most would assume he was always working diligently, she thought otherwise. She must admit thought, she knew of his firm dedication to his firm. But being cooped up in that office for hours on end with complete and utter privacy? Well, he was only human after all. When the door finally opened she began to giggle; it was clear that he had been asleep. His wrinkled clothes and droopy eyes gave it away. "I hope you enjoyed your nap, Mr. Thatcher," she joked as she entered his office, noticing that a few thing shad fallen to the ground. Deciding to stop at only one sly comment, she handed him the paper and proceeded to put her hands behind her back professionally. She wasn't sure what other way to compose herself as he read the paper that would technically decide her fate in relation to his company. While there were a hundred different ways she could assure herself a role with just a swift lock of his office door, Jenna knew that she was above such behavior and didn't regret a thing. She noticed his eyes growing wide as he read through her paper, and she felt her stomach begin to churn. Perhaps she was a little to forward with the whole 'mutual relationship' part. Maybe as interns they really weren't entitled to anything in his eyes. Which, as disappointing as it was to admit, might very well be the case. When he finally began to speak, and she heard that he liked her paper, she let out a breath of relief. "Thank you, Mr. Thatcher," she began, until hearing of the position he wanted her for. His personal assistant. How convenient. But she knew better than to become a sassy fireball now; being the personal assistant for the head of the company as a major job that had almost a 98% guarantee that she would move head in the company. "Of course, Mr. Thatcher," she finally replied, a wide smile on her face. "I don't mind that at all."

Jace swallowed hard as he noticed the state that Jade was in. The sweet, sweet vulnerable state she was in. There were a few things that could occur at the moment, things that he could do that she would probably forget by the next day. Now, he wasn't thinking anything drastic, of course. He wasn't that kind of guy. But he could very well admit his feelings for her without much consequences. "Did I get you cooped up in my office, drunk, on purpose?" He repeated, leaning in close to her. He could smell the alcohol in her breath, and it excited him to no end. "You enjoyed the liquor, and to that, I am grateful." He looked over at the computer screen and shook his head. "Forget about this. Forget about the people outside as well, Jade. I have a lot with you I'd like to discuss, but I want you to promise not to get mad at me." Perhaps this would be easier to talk about if he, too, was under the influence of some alcohol. He backed away from her and went to his mini bar, pouring himself a full glass of scotch. Something that was done in the office just about never. He took a long sip that burned his throat and returned to the desk. He sat on it, kicking off his shoes as he did so. "Yesterday, my dear Jade, I received one hell of an interesting text message from you. Do you know what I'm talking about, or would I have to show you?" He asked, taking another sip of his scotch. Damn, he should have started drinking before. He was far from a light weight and it would be a while before the situation became any less painful.
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Jade frowned when he gave her a warning. "I don't like where this is going, and I don't even have a clue as to what the hell you're talking about," she said, letting out a sigh. She chewed her lip nervously as he poured himself a glass. He had to prepare himself for this? She was most certainly in the dog house. Wasn't that usually for men? Jace brought up the text message and her eyes widened to the size of sauce pans. "You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled, burying her face in her hands again. She applied pressure on her temples, regretting what she had said earlier. She really wished that this wouldn't have happened, that he wouldn't have had to bring it up.  Did he think that this was from the man that she told him she had been messing around with? That wasn't even true, she was just messing with his head! "Well, I did take a picture, most likely the one that you are referring to, yes. How it got into your inbox, I'm not entirely sure. I mean, I was with my friends last night, maybe they took my phone and - oh, my God! I was joking with them about how I was interested in a man that I worked with. They must have found your number in my contacts since it was synced with my email and assumed that I was talking about you!" Her face went beet red as she recalled the night. "I guess you don't have to show me anything, because I already showed you," she joked, letting out a laugh. Seconds later, she realized that must have been the alcohol talking. "Sorry, that was inappropriate. I apologize. This was all inappropriate. How can I make up for this? I clearly have poor decision-making skills if I hang out with friends that send out my private pictures, you may as well fire me on the spot." Her gaze dropped to the floor, embarrassed that something of this magnitude had worked its way into her life, a life that was going quite well for her. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Barker. I am so, so sorry. What can I do to maintain my internship?"
 
Owen nodded. "Excellent," he said, extending a hand for her to shake, "Welcome aboard, Miss Sparks. I'd also like to invite you to move your things into the office right next door." He motioned for her to take a seat, surprised that she had not yet done so. "As you know, the man that used to occupy the room was let go a few months back and the space is now vacant. We will be separated by a thin wall, rather than fifty yards. I wouldn't want you working out there all by yourself once the other interns are dismissed, that would be pointless." A smile grew on his face as he checked the clock that floated around on his computer monitor, indicating that their work day was nearly over. "I expect you to come to work tomorrow prepared for more of a work load than ever. Obviously, I want you to complete your studies and eventually come to TP full time, where I hope that you will rise to the occasion and begin working your way up the corporate ladder. I've got high hopes for you, Jenna. I can help you get where you need to go, you just can't let me down." Deep down, a part of him hoped that his assistance would continue outside of the office. He wanted to expand on what little knowledge he had of her, hopefully trace down the reason as to why they had never met, despite growing up mere miles from each other. "I know things between us have been... complicated, to say the least, but I hope to change that. Before long, my schedule will become your schedule and you'll know information that is relevant to my position of my company like the back of your hand. This is very give and take, Jenna, in the way that it isn't always about me. We need to meet halfway, you know, compromise. I can't just give away all of my business secrets to you; sometimes, I need something in return." He knew that it was her dream to change the face of pharmaceutical business, and he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to help her get there quite yet, but he was aware that he wouldn't show her the tricks of the trade without a price. With that, he rose from his seat and slid on his jacket. "It's time to head home," he said, grabbing a few books from the floor and cradling them gently in the crook of his elbow for him to take home. "Would you mind if I escorted you to your desk and out of the building?"
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i'm sorry i haven't been able to incorporate the original plot with Jace and Jade, it's just that i threw that subplot of the picture in and got distracted. i'll try to wedge it in their somehow. by the way, your model looks fantastic.
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Jenna took his hand, her own suddenly feeling so small in comparison. She stared down at their intertwined limbs for a moment before silently sitting down where he told her, a smile on her face. She was really quite pleased with the outcome, thought she knew how it appeared that he appointed her as his personal assistant. At the same time, she shouldn't assume everything is a sexual advance. Then she's just being crazy. She nodded her head as he told her about the man who was recently fired, and how she would be occupying his office. An office? Why yes, personal assistants were in fact entitled to an office, as she had forgotten. That was fantastic! It would have much more room for her belongings, but she would have to remember to keep it clean and not a personal closet and trash bin. "Thank you, Owen," she said, her eyes and smile brightening as he continued to speak. She nodded her head slowly as she looked him in the eye, "I appreciate your concern for my education heavily, and I promise you that we won't let our personal emotions make this difficult. You won't be disappointed with your decision, I'll make sure of it." She stood from her seat after he did, taking her long black coat off the chair and sliding it on. She pulled her long, blonde hair out from under it and nodded. "I wouldn't mind at all," she said, grabbing her purse and waiting for him to collect his brief case. She had long wondered whether Owen and other important company executives actually brought work home with them. Well, now that she was his assistant she supposed she had the opportunity to find out.


Jace tried to remain calm, cool, and collected. He really, really did. But when Jade said he had every right to fire her because her friends sent out some risque photographs of her, he lost it. He kneeled over the desk, laughing quite loudly as he did his best not to spill any of his alcoholic beverage. "Jade, darling, you really know how to bring a smile to my face," he said between chuckles as he finally rose his head back up for air. "You don't have to apologize for it, nor making corny jokes about the incident. Trust me." In fact, he wished he could award her friends, buy them each a new, expensive car for making his day just a bit brighter. "It was a silly joke, and I can only imagine the kick they got out of it." It took him a minute to realize those pictures were intended for another man. Or, originally they were. The man she had a crush on, from the office. "May I ask you one more question, and then give you the opportunity to ask me anything your little heart desires? It can be business related if you wish, but I promise you I'm much more interesting than that," he joked, taking another sip of his drink. He kicked his feet out as he thought of how to word it without sounding meddling or pushy. "I'm just curious as to who in here you have a crush on. If you want, I can set the two of you up on a project and get the ball rolling." Ah, great save. Try to hook the two of them up. Or would that make him seem uninterested? God, he hoped she didn't get the wrong idea. "At least tell me what department he's in, and I can just guess." He smirked, jumping off the table and walking back toward the mini bar. This time, he didn't bother with refilling the glass. He simply plucked the bottle off of the glass countertop and returned to his original seat atop the desk. Unscrewing the bottle, he refilled Jade's glass. Then he brought it back to his own lips, where he took a good, long chug.
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Ah, no worries! I love your idea, actually, it keeps both plots from being exactly the same. And thank you, same to you and your model! :)
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Jade bit her lip nervously as Jace was unable to stifle a laughing fit. She furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what she said that had been so damn funny. Did he just call her darling? "I can give you some hints!" she yelled excitedly, hoping to make this a little more entertaining for her and more like a game for him. "Well, I don't know much about him, but I am aware that he loves exerting his power and has a tendency to say one thing but mean another." Of course she was talking about Jace! How much more obvious did she need to be?! She took a long drink from her glass when he refilled it. This glass tasted more bitter and must have been more potent than the others when it came to the actual alcohol content. When she had finished her glass, she motioned for him to pass the bottle to her. This was going to be an interesting evening for her, that much was for sure. She had a sudden urge to check her watch and found that it was almost time for the work day to be over. Unfortunately, she would have to walk home in such a state because she lived just down the block from the building. Before he could ask her anything else, she decided to dive straight into asking him a question. "I want to ask you what you were like while you were in college," she said with a small smile. "If you drink this much now as head of your own business, what were you like?" She didn't give him a chance to speak before she started to ramble on about what she thought he would have been like. "I feel like you were quite the frat boy, but sort of a classy one. You're young with a ton of money and you dress nicely, so you must have come from a good home...tell me, Jace, what were you like?"
 
Owen grabbed his things out of his office and made sure to check his pockets before he locked the room behind him. As long as he had his phone, wallet, and keys, he could live without everything until the next work day. After they stopped by Jenna's work station, they headed towards the elevator to exit the building. They stepped inside and found themselves alone, once again. "This keeps happening to us," he mumbled, his voice somehow audible enough that he elicited a laugh from Jenna. When the chrome doors slid open and they found themselves on the main floor, he exited promptly with her and made sure to wave at his receptionist on their way out. He held open the door for Jenna and they proceeded to walk out onto the sidewalk and towards the parking lot where Jenna had parked her car a few hours prior. Ah, so much had happened in just a short few hours. His attempts at sorting out their relationship had backfired; a majority of his interns had turned against him; and he had even managed to pull Jenna in under his wing. "If you don't mind my asking," he said suddenly, turning to look at her as they walked, "what made you choose to attend UNV Las Vegas? I graduated from the same university four years ago with a degree in business and finance. I grew up just north of Ely and my parents were vets, so I knew I wanted to get into some kind of vet medicine." He turned to look at her again, hoping she would be open to the topic that he had chosen for the conversation. He wanted it to appear that he was just creating small talk when he was really trying to identify why they had never met, despite growing up in the same home town. 
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WHERE DO I COME IN? HA HA HA
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