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Date Posted: Wednesday, July 01, 08:01:36pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Traumatic Amnesia 147+" on Friday, June 26, 03:26:09pm
Birkoff pushed away from the keyboard with a groan. He was trying to make a breakthrough in Paris, but he was hitting a brick wall right now. Everyone was stopped as they were celebrating the holidays and the paperwork that Birkoff had gotten signed off on was sitting somewhere in a pile. He wanted to give Michael answers and instead, it was sitting there to be reviewed.
Pulling up his second keyboard, Birkoff started to research other files related to Michael’s parents. There was nothing connected to them that would make it seem as if they would need to disappear. They were outstanding citizens and well known. It wasn’t like they could have just disappeared. There was not chatter or rumors about them at all.
But it was almost too clean.
“Excuse me…” a voice shattered Birkoff’s concentration. He turned and looked at the door where a red-headed petite woman stood. “I knocked several times but Jurgen told me to come in even if you didn’t answer.”
“And you are?” Birkoff questioned and the woman laughed. “I’m Gail. We met last night at the party.”
Birkoff blinked his eyes and nodded his head slowly. Gail stepped forward. “We only saw each other for a couple moments before the proposal.”
Birkoff snapped his fingers. “By the little Rueben sandwiches.”
With a broad smile, Gail nodded her head. When everyone was getting together to eat the leftover food, Gail had offered to come get Birkoff. She had met him yesterday and wanted to get to know him more. She stepped further into the office and looked at him. “You have at least four computers… but only one desk and one chair?”
“I don’t need stuff,” Birkoff declared as he watched Gail walk over to his desk and touch it. She was getting close to his things and he wasn’t sure that he liked it. “Is there something that you needed?”
“You need furniture… at least a couch… if someone visits,” Gail commented as she leaned back on the desk and tilted her head to Birkoff. “I’d like to visit.”
With a knot in his throat, Birkoff stepped forward and locked down his work station. “Ah… I don’t really know you.”
“Can’t get to know me if I can’t sit down anywhere.”
Birkoff rolled his head back and looked at Gail. He was uncomfortable with her and he didn’t know what to do. “Ah… why are you here again?”
“Food…”
“Food?”
“Down in the physical therapy place… left over from last night,” Gail nodded her head as she pushed a keyboard to the side and sat down. “I don’t mind sitting here.”
“I do mind,” Birkoff glared at her and she smiled and got down. “Sorry…”
Birkoff glanced at his screens and then looked at Gail. “What food?”
“Those little Rueben sandwiches you were eating last night,” Gail smiled as she could feel that she was getting to him. She had a busy day but she had been wondering what Birkoff did upstairs. The computer didn’t give her much of a clue, but she tilted her head to the side. “And maybe afterwards you can help me.”
“With?”
“A computer problem,” Gail spoke and Birkoff backed away as he felt for his keys. Once he knew that he had his keys, he nodded his head for Gail to follow him out of the office. “What kind of a problem?”
“I don’t think I have the right cable to connect it into things… it arrived today and I can’t get it online or anything,” Gail explained as she walked in step with Birkoff. She was playing this up and she did clearly know what she was doing with the computer, but she didn’t need to tell Birkoff that.
“I can come look at things…” Birkoff sighed. This was part of Michael’s deal and he knew that it was going to be a problem. Birkoff didn’t mind working on his own computer, but he couldn’t stand people who didn’t know anything about computers. It surely sounded as if Gail knew nothing.
Which means he was going to be seeing a lot of her.
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