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Started February 26, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I hope so." He gripped her hand lightly. "This last week or so has been hard. Stress mounting, ya know?" He looked up at her for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, you look like you have your shi-…things together."

"That has taken quite the amount of time and work to perfect." She stated, gesturing with her free hand to the files she had shoved off to the side. "And is mostly an illusion. You sound like you need a break."

"I can't take one. If I do, I'll start falling behind on bills, and I can't afford to do that."

Manon thought for a second. "Would you…allow me to help? I have become somewhat attached to you-your family, oddly enough. I blame that shark."

He chuckled slightly. "She named him Bruce. like from Nemo?" He avoided answering the question on purpose.

"Nemo? That is the movie about the small orange fish, yes?" She didn't miss the subject change, but figured it was best to leave it.

"Yeah, they met up with sharks on the way. Bruce was one of them." He took note that she still hadn't let go if his hand, a little confused.

She looked down at her hand, still holding his, and let go quickly, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. "I have yet to see the movie. Is it good?"

Eli smiled. "I like it, but I'm a little childish."

"Some of the most brilliant people I have met were called childish once." His smile is nice.

"Yeah, but they probably went to college," he joked, rubbing his right cheek.

"Actually, a couple of them did not. Have you heard of the artist Raine Alexandre?"

He smiled helplessly. "Do I look like I frequent art museums?"

"Not exactly." She admitted, typing on her laptop before turning it to face him. "Here is her most recent sell, a quick sketch on a napkin at a coffee shop. It sold for ten grand. We met when we were young children, and stayed friends. People used to call her childish as well."

He shrugged. "My hands shake too bad for that stuff. You can barely read my handwriting, even when I'm slow."

Manon rolled her eyes. "What I am trying to say is, embrace that 'childishness'. I still read old fables, and I practice law."

"I don't have the time to. I'm working for three by myself here on a job that barely pays over minimum wage. Hobbies don't come easy in those situations."

She nodded, and a sudden idea hit her. She dug around in her pocket and pulled out the firm's general business card, handing it to him. "I believe we might be looking for a secretary of sorts?"

He looked down at the card, then back up again. "I'm not good with numbers. I'm not sure how much help I'd be."

"In all honesty, you would mostly be answering phones and going on coffee runs. File uploading, too." Manon explained with a shrug.

He tilted his head. "Why offer me this? You had just met me yesterday."

"I am not entirely sure myself." She admitted, looking out at the people meandering through the mall.

"I….I don't know what to say. Thank you." It was obvious he was holding back tears as he looked down at the card again.

Manon's brows furrowed as she looked back at him. "Are you…alright? I did not upset you again, did I?"

He wiped his nose, laughing slightly. "No, not at all. These are tears of joy."