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section7mfuNapoleon held out a huge bouquet of flowers and an enormous box of chocolates. The ladies of the typing pool looked into the eyes of the CEA and, as one, shook their heads.
“When you start doing your own paperwork, we’ll think about resuming your social life.” Julia told him.
“I can’t believe this,” Solo replied, exasperated. “Is this Illya’s doing?”
“No,” she told him. “We’ve just decided amongst us that Mr Kuryakin has enough to do without doing your work also.”
“He is, technically, my subordinate.”
“Napoleon!”
“Fine,” Solo relented. “I agree. Now, who wants to go dancing tonight?”
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“When you start doing your own paperwork, we’ll think about resuming your social life.” Julia told him.
“I can’t believe this,” Solo replied, exasperated. “Is this Illya’s doing?”
“No,” she told him. “We’ve just decided amongst us that Mr Kuryakin has enough to do without doing your work also.”
“He is, technically, my subordinate.”
“Napoleon!”
“Fine,” Solo relented. “I agree. Now, who wants to go dancing tonight?”
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