“No, I’m good, thank you though.” Kelly leaned the chair back and set her feet on the edge of Gibbs’ desk, her usual work shoes replaced by the well-worn sneakers that made plane rides all the much simpler.
Spying her father’s phone on his desk, left behind again, she grabbed it and began scrolling through the flip-phone, if it wasn’t for her father she would’ve though they didn’t make these anymore.
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