[ His level of comfort was dropping by the moment, each tick of the lone, analog clock's voice sounding out while he considered going forward, and that sickening free-fall in his stomach continued. Employee. The tradeoff was worth it. The capital he had to spare could take care of any concerns on that front, and everyone in the City knew the Mayor practically didn't leave City Hall.
He let his mouth spread into a boyish smile, the politician's smile. ]
I'm sorry, this is probably forward of me. [ He leaned against the table in a show of very fake, but a very good fake of comfort. ] Shit, it's really forward, but how would you like to go to dinner sometime?
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He let his mouth spread into a boyish smile, the politician's smile. ]
I'm sorry, this is probably forward of me. [ He leaned against the table in a show of very fake, but a very good fake of comfort. ] Shit, it's really forward, but how would you like to go to dinner sometime?