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agentfranklin:
Frankie had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop a full on evil smile from forming when Jefferson increased her speed to get faster then Frankie. The bait was dangled right in front of Jefferson and Frankie couldnât help but fucking feel proud that Jefferson took it so easily.Â
Sure Frankie shouldnât feel so easily proud that she can get under the girls skin like it is nothing but she does. In Frankieâs mind it is just pay back for all the times Jefferson lectured her or told her to take her job more seriously. To Frankie she was just innocently getting revenge.
Frankie increased her speed to match, and then get faster then Jefferson every time Jefferson was start increase her speed and incline. This went back and forth, repeatedly. Frankie tried to keep a look on her face as if the speed was nothing to her, as if she could keep going faster then Jefferson with completely ease.
Jefferson kept going at her regular pace and changing of speed, she kept the mentally counted down when she needed to change speed and incline, she liked keeping things orderly and organized, double checking her watch to know when to change her speed. Making a mental note for her personal records later, she always liked to keep her routine down, noting anything different about her speed and incline, she was shooting for a faster time than normal. Apparently Franklin was going to be a somewhat motivator today.
Upping her speed again, Jefferson could see Franklin moving her own speed and inline again, shaking her head Jefferson pushed herself. Every time she went faster Franklin matched her and Jefferson scanned the room, there was still another agent but they paid them no mind.
She kept going until the both of them were in a full run, Jefferson could tell that Franklin was enjoying this, trying to out do Jefferson and she was fine to let her think sheâd taken whatever bait sheâd laid out in front of her, sheâd let her think sheâd fallen into a trap, but this was Jeffersonâs regular routine. She kept running keeping an eye on the treadmill timer until it hit her decided stopping point. When it did Jefferson easily pulled back and quit her run on the treadmill, noting the time for later and smiling to herself about gaining some speed. Jefferson stepped off the treadmill and turned her back on Franklin, heading over towards a corner to do some after running stretches.










