The City War #3

Another installment of The City War, comin’ atcha! This is part three, posting a complete (SEXY) scene from the novella.

You can find previous parts here.

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There was a fresco on the wall of his bedroom, a painting of Venus Verticordia, the changer of hearts, the punisher of the disobedient and unfaithful—Porcia’s idea of a joke, most likely. At any rate, from the bed, only the curves of her hips and the smooth lines of her arms could be seen. He undressed and lay down, turning away from the fresco, studying the geometric patterns on the other wall.

The door to the cubiculum opened silently, a moving shadow in the shadows. Brutus watched as Cassius stepped inside, leaning one shoulder on the edge of the doorway.

( All quiet? )

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The level of slacking I achieved today was epic.

It's what's known around our office as Conference Week, where various teams go offsite on various days, culminating in an orgiastic all-staff where the entire company crams into one place at one time to eat catered pastries and listen to the Important People tell us about what we're doing. It's all very professional and I find the whole thing absurd, but it does have its pluses.

For instance, today I was supposed to go to a roundtable discussion on research, then two professional development training sessions. I did go to the roundtable and came away with some good information, but --

Okay these were my Professional Development options.

Session A: Organziation in the Workplace or Providing Superior Service
Session B: Social Influence or Managing Up (aka "How to manage someone who outranks you").

Do ANY of these sound like classes I actually need to take?

So I decided I absolutely positively had to get some work done, and I blew off session A to go to the library and pick up a book on spying in Greece during WWII, and then sit in a nearby cafe with my most adorable colleague (seriously she's adorable) and do some work.

THEN. Then we decided to break for lunch and managed to pick up like four other ducklings of mine on the way, and we proceeded to DESTROY the local food trucks. We ate so much food truck food. It was a TRUCK FEAST.

As for Session B -- well, my computer's battery was dead and I'd heard about this local comic book store I wanted to check out, so I ended up wandering the shelves of a small but nicely-stocked shop, where I picked up a couple of single issues and sighed at the $20 price tag on the Avenging Spider-man TPB.

So now I am home, with leftovers from the food trucks heating in the toaster oven, and tonight I get to go out and see R work his magic at his new karaoke gig. Apparently the new bar, while less convenient to get to, is way swankier than the TOTAL DIVE he used to be in or the SEMI DIVE he is in on other nights.

THE DAY IS PACKED.