As she opened one of the drawers, one of the files dropped out of her hand to the floor. "Sorry, my hands aren't functioning to well right now." "I'll get that for you." Miles insisted. "Have to remember your back, too." "That's okay, I'll..." but before she could finish her sentence, he had the file. Her quick eye contact with him was similar to that of a child's, when caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Miles, too, emitted a look of surprise on his face. "You had me investigated? Tell m...
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