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July 30, 2003
...closer to leaving, he didn't mind too much. Finally, Cassie finished looking over his work, replaced the fountain pen in its holder and closed the folder. Looking up at Jack, she had a slight crease in her forehead, right between her eyes. Eyes, Jack noticed, that were a strange combination of dark blue and light moss green. Shaking his head slightly as if to rid it of these fanciful thoughts, Jack waited for Cassie's response. But there was none forthcoming. All she said was, "You may go home now, Mr. Gates. I shall expect you at my office, this same...