Will You Dance with Me?

Will You Dance with Me?

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"I can't control what she sings or doesn't sing" June let out "I did call her out on it" June admitted hoping that would gain her some points. "What exactly did you tell her?" Wren asked not satisfied with the vague statement. "I told her not to sing it..." this was a pathetic answer and June wished she had come up with something good but she could barely lie on a good day... and definitely not while her girlfriend is yelling at her for the first time. "And yet she sang it again today" Wren laughed manically "you two are fucking aren't you?" Wren said it like a statement more than a question. "Oh my god" June stood up and stared at Wren in disbelief "no Wren I am not fucking my boss, why would you even say that?"
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[GxG] "I found the assistant." she said with her eyes fixed on the CV. "That's great! You finally found the perfect one for the job!" Wren pressed her lips together and closed her eyes then released a heavy sigh, reopening her eyes. "Why am I getting the feeling that you aren't happy about this?" She looked at Emily and handed her the CV. Emily looked at her confused then took it with her eyes set on Wren's but then she shifted them to the CV and her mouth reacted by being opened and so were her eyes. "No, no, no, no, no. Wren, come on... tell me you are joking about this and this isn't real." She put it aside and placed her palms on the desk, leaning forward to Wren who was running her finger over her lips, thinking. "She can't be... not this one. Not this woman."

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