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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 4, 2008 22:58:50 GMT -5
Elizabeth had not just taken a few hours out to go see Harvey. No, she had taken the whole day so she could look well rested and crisp at ten o'clock. Her silver-blue Dodge Viper slid into a parking space before the District Attorney's office, purring as it did. She took just a minute to compose herself, making sure she looked perfect, checking her makeup, the works.
She finally decided she looked good enough and turned the car off, stepping from it, and locking it behind her. She was a little more casual today, a pair of dark wash jeans that set off her curves, a white, short-sleeved, sweater top with a v-neck that showed off ample cleavage and accented the silver chain around her neck. On her feet were a pair of simple, white heels, just enough to pull the outfit together. Her hair was up against the warm day, but its natural curls were not deterred by the updo.
She moved into Harvey's office, heels clicking ever so slightly, but barely enough to be the soft breathing of a child. She stopped at the woman she assumed was his secretary and smiled. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth Connery. I have an appointment with Mr. Dent at ten." She said politely. [/blockquote] |
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Post by harveydent on Aug 4, 2008 23:06:14 GMT -5
Dent exited the conference room, having discussed a case for his friend, another lawyer part of the firm. Though not as high as he was, being DA, Dent still had alot of respect for the man, who was growing rather well in the business. With a small smile, he marched down the hall, heading towards his office. Upon spotting his secretary, he also noticed the woman standing against the table, her hands resting against the table, letting her lean towards the secretary, while exposing her curves and back to Dent.
"Ms. Connery?" he asked as he headed towards her.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 4, 2008 23:09:14 GMT -5
Elizabeth heard his voice and turned her head, smiling. "Mr. Dent." She replied, smiling politely. To keep up formalities, she walked towards him, extending a hand for him to shake. Once he did, she dropped it and allowed him to lead the way.
Only once she was sure they were out of earshot of his attorney did she speak. "I had a dream about the white knight of Gotham last night." She said softly, making sure they were out of eyesight as well and running a hand down his spine, even through his jacket. [/blockquote] |
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Post by harveydent on Aug 9, 2008 21:18:01 GMT -5
Ignoring the pressure he felt with her hand on his spine, Dent moved towards the window overlooking the city. He heard her but waited a moment before talking.
"Some people do that. I'm sure the Falcony's gangs have dreams of decapitating me all the time." He said with a smile as he looked at her, ignoring the way her body was perfectly curved...or trying to ignore.
"Was yours like that?" He asked, almost playfully.
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