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When she noticed the director’s smile, she couldn’t help but smile herself. “Not this time, Director. But I have an inkling that even if it were, somehow you would find out.” Antheia stepped through the open door. “Thank you. Today’s destination is the closest place to eat. The Secretary General is expecting a report on his desk before he leaves today. So it’s been a bit hectic.”
“I can absolutely sympathize.” On the deadline, and on the necessary early lunchtime.
Sharon follows at the other woman’s shoulder, absently rummaging through her purse for a pair of sunglasses --- it’s bright, obviously, but they’re more for armor than anything else, considering the near-permanent phalanx of journalists that have made their home outside S.H.I.E.L.D.’s front doors, these days. “Well, I’ve got a great Ethiopian place that’s not far, if you’d like to join me?”











