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Having practically dragged her boss into her office the moment they were safely back in the Hub, Gwen didn’t even wait for the door to close properly behind them before she stood ready to launch the hundred or so questions she’d miserably bit back until this point. They must have been obvious on her face but she froze, whatever lines she’d rehearsed forgotten in the midst of Jaclyn Harkness’ scent, her stare, that damn perfect outfit...
“Full disclosure,” Gwen cleared her throat, trying a different and far too emotional approach this time. “I’ve been sitting at your desk. I read your notes and I drank the last of your bourbon and I’ve been scared to death that I’d never see you again and I’d have to be you somehow. Okay,” she nodded emphatically. “Now you go. You tell me something. You owe me.”
