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"HERE are the files you requested." Arwen laid them on Thranduil Oropherion's desk and began to walk away.
"Are the accounts for the Stewarts in here too?"
She turned and gave him a smug smile, especially since she noticed he had been focused on her rear. "Of course." He smirked. "I'll be back with your coffee."
He gave her a quick nod then turned his attention to the files on his desk. She made a quick stop in the bathroom, and checked her appearance before going to the breakroom, and filling a mug to the rim. She quickly returned carefully carrying the steaming cup of brew. When she entered the office she found him looking out the window unto the city below. She set the mug down and crossed her arms.
"Did you have plans this evening Arwen?" He turned around and regarded her with a half-smile.
"It depends."
He cocked his head to the side in amusement. "On what?"
"On what you say. Do we have plans for tonight sir?"
He sat back in his chair with a snicker. "Dinner and a movie?"
How about just dinner, then dessert at your place?" Arwen suggested coming around the desk and his chair and circled her arms about his shoulders.
"If you prefer." He laid a hand on hers, and spent several moments silent in thought. "Do you regret leaving him?"
She hesitated before she answered. "At times. But I am better off. And you dearest? What about your ex-wife?"
"She prefers her own kind, as you know from experience. I can't regret not having someone I never really did in the first place." His expression was somber.
"Will your son be home tonight?" she asked diverting the conversation and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"No. He'll be at his girlfriend's tonight."
She smiled and stood. "Perfect." She walked back around the desk and smoothed down her suit jacket. "You have a 3:00 appointment with your lawyer, and a 7:00 date with me."
"Sounds right."
Both gave the other a professional nod and then went back to their respective jobs.
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