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"Yes," Margret answered sarcastically, "The only thing I am capable of being is a personal assistant." That may be more true than she is willing to give it credit for; even with boyfriends she had always held that sort of influence. When they were around she would plan their days, make sure everything went perfectly and according to her plan. Nothing spontaneous ever happened, though previous to breaking up with her the significant other's life had never been better off. She would turn them around, set them on the right path and ensure their success. Then they'd dump her for something better. Yes, very much like a personal assistant but without the pay. That's why she much preferred this job. The things he has her do near elminates whatever controlling tendencies that may arise, allowing her free time to be a bit more fulfilling. If she ever had much free time in the first place. "Feel free to ignore my past boyfriends if it makes your absurd little hypothesis more believable." Thankfully she'd never had a boyfriend round Des Baroches that lasted more than three dates; she would've felt rather awkward if she needed in some way to introduce the poor fellow to Greyson. His words would absolutely send whoever it was in the opposite direction.
She had preferred not to speak so soon about the guy she was currently seeing. 'Seeing' was an extremely loose term; he had asked her out on a date a week ago and it went off almost pleasantly. He was hardly thrilling and she wasn't extremely interested in any regard but she accepted the theory of a second date. After all based on past semi relationships round here it would die off before the third date so there was no reason not to. Get a free meal out of it, maybe a kiss and then never see him again. To anyone else but Kipling that would be considered a negative outlook on life; to her it was both positive and realistic. Still, she didn't like Greyson sharing that same outlook. She wasn't completely undateable was she? The longer she worked for the man a few feet away from her the more neutral she became towards insults in her general direction; she tried never to let it get to her in which she usually succeeded but she was not sure if through her time here she had started to believe what he said. Greyson was, unfortunately, rather powerful and charismatic. She absolutely couldn't stand him most of the time despite the fact that if he disappeared she wouldn't know what to do with herself. Pathetic.
"Maybe a new job wouldn't be so bloody awful." Margret said. Quitting was a pleasant thought she often fell back on during her daydreams and fantasies. She would save up a bit of money then travel some place nice and take time off from the work world. Perhaps have a fling with a starving artist, see Paris, become flaky or something else extremely cliche. That would be nice. For a while. "And now that you know there is something there there is absolutely no reason for you to see it again."
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Ease Me/ Please Me, ;;Kipper, darling
