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They’re talking near the doorway as she enters. Her arms are full of file boxes stacked over her head; she trips the second she passes through.
Heads turned instantly, they both rush to help her, now on the floor gathering her things.
“Thank you,” she sighs awkwardly as they do.
“No problem,” Owen smiles.
Ellie nods in agreement. “Here—“ she picks up one of the boxes.
“Thank you, again, I’m uh, Bright. Joan Bright. I’m new, an intern. I guess that was… a memorable first impression.”
They agree, though there’s no doubt she would have turned their heads without it.