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There was nothing more she hated then the late nights. Although, the lingering smell of his cigars cut it close. Neo stood, waiting for her ‘boss’ to lift his eyes from the map long enough to notice her, to even notice the coffee in her hands. 

Silent feet closed the distance between the two as she set the mug down on his desk, gloved hands guiding Roman back just enough for her to look over him and read the map. 

A small huff of breath.