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September 20, 2007
She reminds herself that Danner isn’t her boss anymore, repeatedly, as she sits across the table from him. He leans across the table so he can keep his voice low, and so she has to lean in, too. Their heads are almost touching; if you’re standing a way off and squinting as the sun sinks over the horizon, it looks like they overlap.
“So. Are you interested?” his voice is still low and serious, but it turns up at the end of his sentence. She swears there’s the hint of a smile tucked into the left corner of his mouth.