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"You've reached Quintus Falxvale, Head Peacekeeper.

In this time of crisis, I ask that all personal and non-urgent correspondence be directed through my secretary. Her number is [xxx-xxxx].

Alternately, media requests may go directly through the Public Relations office at [xxx-xxxx].

Thank you."

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lex_paciferat

[That suggestion gives him horrendous mental images of something brightly colored and thong-like. He inwardly shudders.] Don't bother. I'll find one myself.

[He doesn't respond to her second statement, though he appreciates that she views him as trustworthy. She'll hear footsteps, then the muffled conversation with his secretary, from which she might catch that he isn't sharing many details about this--'going swimming' is reduced to 'visiting a friend.' Afterwards he puts his phone back to his ear, returning to his office.]

Looks like I can do Saturday evening or Sunday morning.

From:

conifer

Let's go for Sunday. Wouldn't want to give people ideas seeing us around together on a Saturday night, after all. [She means it as a joke, but as soon as she's said it she knows he won't take it as one.]

From:

lex_paciferat

Alright. I'll put you down for Sunday at ten. You got any preference as to where we go?

From:

conifer

Some place quiet.

From:

lex_paciferat

Good idea. Tell you what--I'll figure it out and call you back by tomorrow. [He's half-inclined to ask around, honestly. Even though he'll probably feel the need to sidestep why he's asking.]