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JULIA WAS EYE-BALLING DIRECTOR Paul Greenfield's guest chairs through his half open office door when Paul walked out to hand some papers to his assistant and saw her. “Ah great you’re here, that was quick.”
“Gotta love the DARPA budget. I could get used to the private jets and cars,” Julia said taking his hand in both of hers and giving Paul an extra long hand shake.
Paul directed her to the sofa in the small sitting area in his office. “Hmm, well, don’t get too used to it. I can’t have my best agent going soft on me,” he said with a tight lipped smile.
Paul took the antique Chinese wooden Ming chair adjacent to the couch where Julia sat. She caught herself sneering at the evil guest chairs, relieved she wasn’t going to have to tangle with them today.
“Everyone at the cabinet meeti
