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              “you make it seem as though this is my first time doing this.“ he looked up at her with a grin, his chin sitting on top of his hands before he lowered his hands to go back to the keyboard. “you don’t have a choice?” he whispered back and couldn’t help but his chest tighten. it was disturbing to him how similar she was to him. brilliant in order to survive in this cruel world, only for that brilliance to be used as a tool.  true power can never be taken away. and no matter how smart you are–sometimes you just didn’t have the power resting in their hands. “but your chair is so nice.” he said leaning back before spinning around and looking back up at her. “ and if i leave–the she-devil might find me and who knows what she might do to me. she’ll probably be screaming at me for taking this case pro-bono. you know cause i’m such a good guy.” 

                SHE GOES QUIET FOR A MOMENT  &  can’t help but look down. even great liars such as herself have weak moments — the truth, sometimes, just slips out, uninvited, unwanted. she closes her eyes, and breathes deep. maybe he won’t notice. maybe he won’t comment —- he never not comments.   ❛   ah, well, you know, CAPITALISM and all of that. the more cases i do, the more paychecks i receive and the world just keeps on spinnin’.   ❜  she can always count on capitalism to blame for her troubles – it is almost as easy as blaming the white guy on the third floor of her building.   she raises her brows, leaning in ever so lightly   ❛  i know it is. it’s expensive.  ❜   anna taps her nails against the wood before looking at him.   ❛   what case did you take again? shouldn’t you be working on that?  ❜