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“Mm, that’s good. You haven’t been using it much, so hopefully it’ll heal quicker.” Larry guide her into their house and sets his briefcase down by the door, tossing his keys onto the table. He stretches his arms over his head and feels his muscles loosen with his movements. Larry emits a soft laugh and looks down at his petite wife. “They won’t be avoiding you so much as kissing your ass.”

Their workers had always been mildly respectful of the both of them, and he can’t remember last time they actually had a problem with anyone. Usually, people were grateful just to be given an opportunity to work at their firm. They’d built a reputation for themselves that demanded respect and he was sure that no one could be as rude as the woman had been earlier.

       “Very true, though that’s what I’ve been a i m i n g for you know?” She states with a soft chuckle and bites her lower lip absently. Ally didn’t want to prolong the required time to heal up her hand, therefore she was babying it quite a bit. “… Okay, the might do that too – though that’d be a tad awkward, so I’m hoping for less ass kissing and more avoidance.” Of course, she couldn’t control how their associates decided to act around her, though she knew for d a m n sure that she’d be a little weirded out if they acted any differently around her. 

Ally walks through the house and takes her briefcase into her office as a yawn falls rather from her lips and she reaches up to rub at her face. “I just can’t believe she kept going – like if it were me, not that I would ever be that rude to anyone, but if it were me… I would have just taken the cases and shut up.” She states simply as she walks back out to the kitchen to grab herself a bottle of water.