It was budget meeting day. There was a different weight to his shoulders than usual. A quiet annoyance that she knew meant *this could have been an email* kind of meeting. While he went to rinse his coffee cup she removed the little cartoon she had left the night before and replaced it with a note. Her handwriting curling and swirling of calligraphy that she did only on the most special of occasions.
"“ I want you to memorize every inch of me with my lips. ”"
And tucks it back into the middle of the briefing.
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It was as clear as day what Gareth Mallory was thinking about budget meetings with the financial committee. Even if you didn’t know him personally, it was very clear on his face that he rather be anywhere else in the world than in this room right now; hell, even a warzone had been better. But here he was now, having to sit through endless conversations about the budget, about how they had no money, about how they needed to cut down on certain things…
Honestly, he was only half-listening. In his head, he was going through the shopping list, because it was his turn to do the grocery shopping today on his way home. He made a few mental notes here and there, planning, even trying to recall what MI6’s canteen had for lunch today. An automatic move, he opened his briefcase with one hand, the other holding onto his mug, and pulled out a few papers. He noticed the small, yellow corner sticking out, knowing what it was before he could even read the actual note – a note from Wendy. Gareth had just lifted the mug to his lips, taking a sip of his tea, when he nearly spat it out again upon reading the note. Well, this time it was a different one. He coughed, quickly wiped his mouth, and turned the note around so no one else could read it…
