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 there was a crook in daniâs neck. it was tight, pinching sensation taking control of her nerves. it was obvious who the crook was inducing such pain.... WORK. most people described being a magazine editor as â IMPOSSIBLE work. â dani didnât take lightly to that word. in fact, it was the equivalent to dirt beneath her heel. sheâd continue to walk it off, and stand tall. her fingers were always clicking at the keys of her keyboard, eyes strained from skimming mock-ups, and articles trying to be ready to be published. it was all VERY much possible. it just came at a cost of sacrificing any social life outside of the job, and FORGET any real established relationships. forget that.Â
   fingers flexed on the back of her neck aching for some release. the longer she rubbed at the stressed skin, soon her computer screen timed out. sacrificing the potential to make her muscle BETTER, the woman dropped her hand to wake her computer back up. there was always MUCH to do. whomever said being a BOSS was simple didnât carry the title well. reaching for the key pad, it wasnât her fingers that knocked something awake... it was a knock on her door. she sat up, her focus muddled by whoever was on the side of her front door. had she ordered take out ? not that she could remember... and sheâd already had her cheat day with takeout earlier in the week... chair pushed back, dani cleared her throat breaking her work path.  â jamie .. ? â brown eyes went directly to the left chest, no name tag. it was a habit from seeing the younger woman always at the cafĂ©. the change of scenery had thrown her off. double blinked. insomnia was getting the best of her. â w-what are you doing here ? â the woman was usually on her FEET, strong standing, always aware of her surroundings, and ready to tackle anything and anyone who forward.Â
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