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July 29, 2003
...look on her face. "The files, Mr. Gates? May I see them now, please?" Jack flushed slightly, forgetting momentarily that the files were the reason he was here. Handing them to her, he was careful not to touch her hands. For some reason, Jack knew that that would be an incredibly bad idea. For the next ten minutes, Jack sat in silence as Cassie examined his work. Every few seconds she would nod or mark something with the fountain pen she held in her hand. What these signs meant, Jack wasn't sure, but as long as it meant he was...