Finally getting the interview

Posted on Thu Mar 7th, 2019 @ 12:14am by Commander Abigail Prescott & Candy Templeton
Edited on on Mon Mar 11th, 2019 @ 2:30pm

5,945 words; about a 30 minute read

Mission: Mission 2: Into The Breach
Location: Executive Officer's Office
Timeline: MD06 - 1200

Mint paced the office, packing up her meager personal effects. It felt strange to her that she was leaving this office to go to the one next door. She hadn't fully come to terms with the whole switchover either. Pinning down her emotions was not easy either. She was furious that Harry had gone to Banda first. Scared that Paloma would lose Pete and that Harry would never come back or be part of the baby's life. Worried about how she was going to run the station and be a new mother at the same time. With all that was happening, she knew she wouldn't be able to take very much time off. M'Mira was dependable yes, but she couldn't sit idle for months. Maybe she could keep the babe in her office with her while she worked. It was a large enough office. The door chime going off startled her out of her thoughts and she looked up at it sharply as though demanding to know why it did that. "Come in," she called curious as to who would be bothering her during the lunch hour.

Feeling empowered, Candy strutted into the Executive Officer’s office. The meeting with the Faltans had been interesting and she had much to consider but nothing was going to stop Candy from interviewing Mint. She promised. Of course, there was the matter of Captain Refelian’s order that she could not interview anyone without his express agreement. Of course, if Mint wanted to violate that order, that was her choice. Candy did not care.

Upon observing the scene of Mint packing, Candy’s smile got bigger. “Leaving on my account?” She asked sweetly.

"Moving offices, not leaving," Mint said with a frown. Her hackles always went up whenever Candy was around now and she sadly remembered the time when they didn't. "Drop the act, Candy, I don't feel like fighting with you today. I promised you an interview, and now I'm giving it. Can we just not have the fake facade you like to put up. If you want information you can take to the presses, be real with me." Mint turned to look at Candy, no facade evident, just a tired woman who wanted no bullshit for once.

"Oooh!" Candy squealed gleefully. "I do like a woman that can get down and dirty," Candy shot back, purposefully alluding to their past. "But what do you mean that you are moving offices? Where are you going?"

"To the bigger office next door," Mint said slyly. "I'll explain, but I want to talk to you first. I don't want your fake front or any attitude. You know why I don't like or trust you anymore. You tried to ruin me before I even finished the academy and I don't even know why."

"Get over yourself, Mint," Candy replied, dropping the act. "That was how long ago? And I never did anything since. You're still friends with my brother, Lord knows why he or his wife permits it. We both have jobs to do. I've come here to do mine and you to do yours. If I get to needle you a bit while doing it, all the better, but I won't risk my career for just that. But if you must know why, it was because I was protecting my brother from a filthy orion who was obviously using her pheromones to unduly influence him. Thankfully, he eventually broke the trance. I hope that I had a little something to do with that. If not, the result is the same. Blunt enough for you?"

"I never once used my pheromones. And I'm half Orion. If I could remove the Orion I would," she said tossing a picture of her family into the box. "Your brother was never under a trance and there is medical evidence to prove it, but because you take a thrill out of destroying others, you refuse to believe it. I'm still friends with your brother and his wife because they know the truth, not the lies you're so intent on spreading. You think you're so bloody clever, but you're just petty and cruel."

Mint placed the box next to the door and turned back to Candy. She looked at her for a moment. "You want me to let the past be the past? Then stop trying to fuck with my career and those of my friends. I read your little article, and I don't blame Admiral Banda for restricting your access to the station."

"Of course you don't blame him, because just like every other time, you've slept your way up the chain of command. God forbid that you do something on merit. And this time, apparently pregnant by the Captain? Great job! Good job security there. And so, your Admiral kills free speech. Do you want to gloat about that, too? So why even bother to submit to an interview? You know you're under no such obligation now thanks to Banda and Refelian. You want to talk about trust? Let me do my job and get rid of those restrictions."

"Ah but we can't trust you to do your job," Mint said with a frown, wondering how Candy found out about her pregnancy. "See, you like to dig your claws in and then spin lies about what you learn. You assume I slept my way to the top, but heaven forbid you actually look at my record and see what all I've done, the hard work I've put in to get here. Then again, you don't know what hard work is do you? You're one to talk about sleeping their way into anything. How many men have you lured into bed to get a scoop on them?"

Mint shook her head and sighed with frustration. "And I'm not going against anyone. Refelian's taken a personal leave of absence to be with his family as his son-in-law fights for his life. Admiral Banda, who is a woman I might remind you, is the one who decided I will be promoted to commanding officer of Faltan Station. There's your big scoop of the day and you didn't even have to work for it. I trusted you once, and then you went and squandered that trust. You want me to trust you again, prove to me that you're more than this stupid little facade. I know you're smarter than you let on, how about you use those brains of yours and start telling the truth instead of ruining careers for the sake of it."

"Trusted me, my ass," Candy retorted. "You just wanted a piece of mine because one has never been enough for you. Too bad for you that you passed out before you could get the job done." She shook her head. "And, I don't lie. I always tell the truth. If I come to an incorrect conclusion it is only because people are deceitful and refuse to tell the truth. Maybe you should have them corrected or teach your former Captain to tell it. I can sniff lies a mile away, Abigail. And maybe you managed to sleep with Banda. How should I know? However, putting two and two together, I assume that Refelian's, what was it, son-in-law, was injured badly on the Medway, which you went to rescue."

"Hah! I doubt Banda would sleep with anyone. I've never even met the woman face to face," Mint rolled her eyes. "Off the record? Yes, I had relations with Harry, but that was not for anything but fun," she said with complete honesty. "My relationship with him didn't get me the promotion. He suggested my name along with others and Banda is the one that chose me based on my record. And for the official record, I never slept with anyone above me until Refelian. Sex has never played a part in my career. If I had sex it was for pleasure. And I couldn't finish the job because you plied me with too much alcohol." She sat down on the couch and rubbed her temples, Candy always managed to give her a headache. "Finally, to answer your assumed question, yes, Refelian's son-in-law was one of many injured on the Medway. We still don't know why it crashed, so far we've only managed to rescue twenty-five of the crew. There were no other life signs."

Smirking at Mint, Candy answered, "Tell me something I don't know. I knew much of that yesterday."

"And now I know I have a leak in my crew," Mint sighed. "But then, you've always been particularly good at getting people to talk.. one of the few reasons I used to lo... like you..."

Normally, Candy was controlled, calculated, and deliberate in an argument but Mint had gotten under her skin many years ago and continued to do so despite her efforts to be civil. Without thinking she continued, “That is because I am particularly good at lis...ten...ing....” the hesitation in Candy’s voice was shocking to herself. She replayed what she just heard from Mint in her head and stopped for several seconds. “Wait a moment....” she paused again, and cautiously asked, “what exactly did you just say?”

"That I used to like you? And that you getting people talking was a quality I liked?" Mint said with a shrug. "This is not news, you knew that from the beginning..."

Candy shook her head. “No. That is not what you started to say. You hesitated. Tripped over your words. You were going to say something else.” Candy’s brown eyes started to get larger.

"I'm tired, Candy, tripping over my words is common," Mint really did not want to have this conversation now, but she knew she messed up. She chewed her lip, pondering if she just came out and said it or ended the conversation. Candy would only get more annoying and insistent if she lied. Finally, she looked down at her coffee. "I was going to say, 'love' not like," her voice was barely above a whisper and there was a hint of embarrassment to the tone.

As if struck by a hammer, Candy fell back onto the couch and once seated, started rubbing her temples. Quietly, she said, "This is not happening. This is a dream. I will wake up."

Shaking her head, Mint let out a sigh. "See your dramatics were always something I hated." She finished her coffee and leaned back. "And really, why do you think it was so easy for you to convince me to go for a drink? I regret doing it now, because it only lead to a broken heart..."

"You think this is all about you, don't you?" Candy replied incredulously. "You have no idea, as usual." She sighed and tried to gather herself. "We never dated. How could you, you know, what you said me? You were with my brother and God knows who else. Open relationship and all."

"No, I don't think this is all about me," Mint rolled her eyes. "Seriously, you don't know how to deal with problems like this, you always push it on to others. Yes, I was with your brother, but only after it was clear that you had no interest in me. I never intended to date him, we were just friends but things evolved and we became lovers, friends with benefits if that's what you want to call it. And while I was with him, I was only with two other people, you being one of them. However, you saw me flirting with others and freaked out without knowing the full details."

Candy shrugged it off. "Maybe that's what made me what I am. And just what do you mean that I don't know how to deal with 'problems like this'?"

"You deflect, throw things back at the person you have a problem with," Mint said getting up to get another coffee. "Every time I point out something, you acuse me of making it all about me. You don't want to think about the fact that I was in love with you once upon a time. You're constantly throwing things back at me. Yes, I was in love with you in the early days of knowing each other. But you ignored me, so I stopped attempting to pursue you. I got to know your brother and happened to have a connection with him as well. I pushed feelings for you to the back of my mind and tried my best to ignore them. You used to be an easy to love person, but now? You're all about the story, all about getting that edge on someone, regardless of what it does to the person you got the story on. I know you have a heart, but this? Absolutely heartless and cowardly in my opinion to go after the bad spin just for the ratings instead of trying to push the envelope of truth and make people really think about situations, you make them into a fantastical story, put your own spin on it and turn everything into a farce." She returned to the couch with a coffee and an Andorian Sunrise for Candy. She set the drink on the coffee table and sat cross legged on the couch again with a sigh that was both sad and frustrated.

"Ignored you? I barely knew you existed until you went after my brother. How could you be in love with a person that you never dated? We shared nothing, Mint, until my brother. You're what? A couple years older than me. How would I know anything? And, God...." She picked up the Andorian Sunrise and took a large gulp. "I've had just about enough of love in the past 48 hours to last me three lifetimes. But yes, my life is about getting the story. And why would it not be? That's my job and I'm damn good at it."

"Seriously, you're so caught up in yourself. I was already friends with your brother when I met you. I tried to get to know you as well, but you literally ignored everything I ever said. The only reason you barely knew I existed is because you were so caught up in drama that you didn't see the person right in front of you," Mint laughed in frustration at how absurd Candy was. "And you don't have to date someone to fall in love with them Candy. Also, your 'job' seems to be more about destroying people than getting a real story."

"Caught up in myself?" Candy replied with a laugh. "I'm caught up in the news. I have no time for myself. I get the real story, Abigail. Trust me. I get that you do not like my last report. But when people do not talk, you have to logic it out and inform your audience of that, too. I did. When people fuck up, they fuck up. There are consequences to that."

"There you go again, thinking this is all about the here and now. Not thinking about anything other than what gives you the best look." Mint leaned forward to put her coffee on the table and sighed. "Your job doesn't have to be the way you make it. But you seem to enjoy destroying others to make yourself look better. I don't know why I fell in love you with when I did, but I did. Nothing to it now. So you now know my deepest, darkest secret. Do what you will with it." She frowned and chewed her lip as she thought.

"Did you ever stop and think that maybe some of the information was missing because the investigations were still ongoing? You do realize that if we publish the evidence we do have, it gives the perpetrators time to cover their tracks and the ability to get the upper hand?" Mint shook her head. "And if you're going to say something about the lack of interview from me before now? I've been busy, you've seen that. When I was initially going to sit down with you, I had to leave with the Minotaur. We're still investigating the Klingon ship explosion, I haven't even had the time to sit down and read the reports thus far, and our intel teams are working on the embassy explosion. I can't give you information that I don't have. What I can tell you is that Taga is not as good as she tries to make herself seem, they're probably not even investigating Refelian's shooting. I don't know what else you want, so there you go, spin your wicked tales about Faltan again, just don't be surprised if you're forcibly removed by Banda for spreading lies and misinformation."

Candy lowered her voice to a near whisper and carefully said, "You say that my job doesn't have to be the way I make it. What would you know of my job or how it has to be done? I can't do it the way you want any more than I can expect you to do your jobs the way I think they should be done." She stopped and looked seriously at Mint and gave a small laugh, "Of course Taga isn't good. She's rotten to the core. Exactly what did you think I was doing over there when you left, Abigail?" She put on a grin that was similar to the cat who had just eaten the canary.

"I know more about your job than you about mine," Mint said with a chuckle. "You forget I was in the journalism club in my first year at the Academy. I found tinkering more entertaining than writing, so I gave it up after a year. Look, you wanted honesty, I'm telling you all I know. Take what you want, but for the love of God stop trying to screw up my career. Please!"

Candy laughed. "I would think you would be surprised at the knowledge that I have about your job. Then again, I have done many personal interviews over the last however many years. As to you, I don't have to try to screw up your career. You can do that plenty on your own. So, is the rumor true? You're knocked up with the Captain's baby?"

"Unfortunately for me, yes, this time I did actually sleep with the Captain, and yes it's his baby, but please don't publish that," Mint frowned. "This situation is bad enough without your help." She stretched and unfolded her legs. "Look, this is honestly the only time I've slept with anyone above my pay grade. And hell, I've barely had any relations over the last eight or however many years since I graduated from the academy."

"Your loss," Candy replied earnestly. "And this station is a right mess but not nearly as messy as the Columbus' crew. Did you read my recent story on that?" Candy asked proudly.

"I did. Quite the crew as you paint it," Mint shrugged. "We all have our failings, even you. But we all deserve a second chance."

"Not as I paint it. As the facts are. I've read the reports," Candy said. "No personal interviews there. It is amazing what you can find out just by doing a little research."

Candy conceded, "Publishing that the baby is Refelian's when he is gone, really won't have much effect in the news. All the other activities are far more interesting." Her insatiable thirst for news made her smile greedily. "Between the Medway, the Klingon ship explosion, the Falteans (which is really a stupid name, if you ask me), and the covert activities, I have more than enough to keep my audience engaged."

"Yes, well, keep in mind we're still investigating those incidents. I'll try to keep you informed should the investigations be closed," Mint leaned back and frowned. "All this talk has made me hungry. Would you like to continue to chat over lunch or have you had your fill? You still have half your drink left..."

Purposefully ignoring Mint's warning about the active investigations because Candy knew she would launch her own investigations, she told Mint that "Lunch is fine. I am more than pleased that you finally aired your bullshit," she told Mint. "Though, I do not know what to do with it. I almost feel like I am being visited by Scrooge's ghost of Christmas Past."

"Hah. And here I thought you were the ghost," Mint chuckled as she moved to the replicator. "Haunting me all around the station itching to get your interview, put the screws to me." She stood in front of the replicator pondering what to get. "What would you like?"

"You'd like it if I screwed you," Candy replied with a snicker. "What to eat? What to eat? How about a Caesar's salad. I probably should watch my figure."

"Right now, no... I'm done with screwing anyone..." Mint said still facing the replicator. "Chicken or no chicken?" She asked, trying to keep the comments about 'watching her figure' to herself, but really wanting to be snarky about it. While she waited for the answer she punched in an order for a personal sized pepperoni and bacon pizza and a side ceasar salad for herself.

"Chicken, please. Protein is healthy," Candy told Mint. When Candy watched Mint order for herself, she could not help but say, "That's quite the meal there. I guess your figure won't matter anymore, anyways."

"It's not much, small pizza and a small salad... about the same amount of food as your chicken caesar... just a few more calories, which I need," Mint shrugged, grabbing the Candy's salad from the replicator and carrying it over. She sat cross legged on the couch and picked up a piece of pizza. "So, who else would you like to interview on the station, I'll see if I can get approval, but I make no promises. I'm tired of fighting with people, so don't make this all out to be me being controlling or anything, Banda put the restrictions on, I'm just following orders. If I don't, I stand a chance at losing my job, and I don't want that. Being a civilian engineer sucks."

"I want to meet with Intelligence," Candy finally admitted. "I have been granted the ability to roam freely in the Faltan areas. There's a story there," she said determined. "I smell it. I can't wait to expose it, either." She gave Mint a genuine but devious grin. "You get Banda to lift those restrictions and I might get you all the dirt that you need regarding Taga or more."

"I don't know what kind of story Intel could be hiding," Mint said sarcastically. "I don't know about you sniffing about there, intel officers aren't known to play nice with reporters. But I shall talk to Banda," she shrugged then sighed. "What are you up to with..." she yawned mid-sentence, "sorry, I've been more tired than usual.... what are you up to with Taga anyway? I don't know if I like you going to their cities, it's quite dangerous out there for Federation citizens."

"It is not for you to like," Candy told Mint firmly. "IT is my life. As to what I'm up to with Taga, I suspect that she liked my report and thinks that I'm here solely to torpedo the Federation presence. So, for now, she likes me," Candy replied with a helpless shrug. "What can I say? When you're THIS good," Candy finished with a devilish smile.

"You are a Federation citizen, which means as Commanding Officer of this station, it is my duty to keep you safe while you are here," Mint reminded her. "So, it is for me to like or dislike," she added, getting up and moving to the desk. She pulled a small device out of the box and held it out to Candy. "This is a prototype transponder I've been playing around with. It's nothing special, but it will give me your approximate location if you're in trouble." The device in her hand looked like an amethyst gem set into a platinum filigree base. "Wear it like a broach," she flipped it over to show the back which looked like a normal broach, however the base looked thicker than a normal broach upon closer inspection. "Press down on the gem if you're in trouble, and I can send a team in to assist you."

Candy smiled widely, trying not to laugh. After all, the Romulans had given her a similar device. If only the two sovereignties knew that they were working so closely in tandem. "Awww. You're so sweet, Mint. Pretending that you care about me so much." She took the device in her hand and made it disappear in a small pouch.

"I do actually care about you," Mint admitted. "I was hurt by your actions, never understood why you hated me so much. But I never actually hated you." She went to the replicator and made herself a peppermint tea before returning to her seat. "Also, your brother would literally kill me if I allowed you to get hurt. He'll probably be ready to stab me for not stopping you from going into a dangerous area alone."

"Ha!" Candy scoffed. "It is my job to keep him safe. He never really understood that." She shook her head sadly. "I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. And, there are more than you and my brother that would be concerned with my return."

"Yes, we know," Mint said with a sigh. "And he's older isn't he? It's the older sibling's job to keep the younger one safe," she pointed out. "His job to keep you safe, your job to keep him safe. As for those concerned with your return, I wouldn't doubt it. You've always had a way of making many friends, and frenemies, I wouldn't be surprised to see a small army coming down on the Falteans if you call for aid."

Candy tittered delighted. "See," she concluded. "You have nothing to worry about."

"I have everything to worry about, Candy," Mint frowned at her. She may think this was all a joke, but Mint knew just what was at stake here. She took a sip of the tea and looked at Candy through the steam. Looking at the woman now, she couldn't figure out why she'd fallen in love with her all those years ago. But then, Candy had been quite different back then. Still had some morals that Mint could agree with. Mint placed the mug on the coffee table with a sigh. "Too much to worry about..."

"Let's see.... What could you possibly have to worry about?" Candy asked, taking out her hand and starting to raise a finger for each issue she listed, "1) Captain knocked you up and you're going to be raising a kid that could be the age of his grandchildren alone. 2) You're running a station with a diva of an XO and neither one of you are truly ready for it. 3) You have an unexplained explosion on a Klingon ship that crash landed or exploded on the dock. 4) You have intelligence agents combing Faltan for something, one who is important that is presumed killed in action. 5) You have an unbearable Cardassian ambassador with whom knows what her game is?"

She pulled out another hand and kept counting, "6) You have Romulans who are insulted by having their Ambassador's wife kidnapped and want to establish themselves here. 7) You have a megalomaniac Faltean governor, whom appears to be all pleasant but seems to have designs on kicking everyone out and taking over this sector." She put her hand to her mouth and innocently said, "Oops! Did I say that?" She then put her hand back out and said, "and 8) You have no idea what to do with me. Love me or hate me. Did I miss anything?"

"Yeah, you missed the part about half my personnel leaving," Mint said sarcastically. "Not really, but it almost feels that way. I wish Starfleet would get their act together. There's so few resources for this sector it's not even funny," she grumbled. "Just one more headache to add to the pile."

"I guess that I had not noticed the half the personnel leaving. I'd say that's a point in your favor." The compliment seemed genuine. "Bet less resources for Starfleet means better news for me and more to do!" Candy replied happily as a clam.

"It's been a pain for everyone in this sector," Mint said, happy to give Candy this source. It was something better for her to focus her time on. "Just don't officially quote me on any of this. It seems like Starfleet doesn't care enough about this sector. I know they're stretched thin, but this is ridiculous. You know, the Astraea stopped in here to deliver supplies and and even she, a Ronin class ship that has a crew of only 128 officers, was just over half filled! And their crew keeps getting shuffled about, too. She's not the only ship to be out here undermanned either."

"So, in short, you have a hell of a lot more to be worried about than me," Candy concluded. "I should talk to the folks on Astraea," Candy mused wistfully. "I wonder how they feel about all of this."

"They're out by SoK territory, probably comms silent at this point, but you can try, I guess," Mint shrugged. She didn't have any control over where Candy went. "And as for more to worry about than you, I may have, but at the same time, doesn't make me worry less. You're a guest on my station, it is my responsibility to keep you safe. Which I cannot do if you insist on doing crazy things. But I know I'm never going to talk you out of them, so I just ask that you call for help if needed."

"Astraea is bound to come back. I'll just have to be here when it is," Candy announced. "As to responsibility, stuff it. But, I appreciate you understanding that I would do it regardless." She gave a cheeky grin to Mint and said, "Besides, you might like it if I got a little crazy." Giggling she let the subject hang in the air.

Mint rolled her eyes. "Too soon," she said sarcastically. "I still haven't decided on what to do with my relationship with Harry. And besides, you already said you want nothing to do with me that way." She cleaned up their lunch plates and dumped them in the replicator to be recycled. The smells were starting to get to her and she needed to do something at that moment.

Candy admitted, "That's true. I've found that anything more than a roll in the hay causes some major inconveniences." She got up and stretched out like a tigress on the prowl. It emphasized all of her womanly features for the observer. "So, are we finally beyond the past?" Candy asked curiously.

"So long as you agree to stop messing with my career, then yes," Mint said turning back to Candy. "That's the only thing that has kept it at the forefront of my mind, you keep popping up and doing something that threatens my career. It's annoying and honestly childish!"

"Really? I think you're being dishonest, Mint. You refused to talk to me from the moment that you saw me partying on my shuttle. This issue has always been yours. I'm not going to make you a promise that I can't keep. Let's face facts, if someone screws up, I'm going to be there to report on it."

"I have yet to screw up, and yet you've written several articles stating I have," Mint rolled her eyes at Candy. The woman knew exactly what she was doing. "And yes, I refused to talk to you because you waltzed in like you owned the place and instantly demanded an interview with me. You had, and still don't have, any intention of admitting what you did nor apologizing for it. So why should I have wanted to talk to you?"

"Because I'm sweet, cuddly, lovable, and adorable," Candy answered with a cute smirk on her face. "But seriously, Mint, who remembers anything from back then? If it did not happen five minutes ago, nobody remembers and nobody cares unless your name is something like Genghis Khan." She then placed an arm around Mint and spread her other arm out wide. "And, I waltz in everywhere. The universe is my oyster. You're just one of my pearls."

"Maybe you should tell the students that were at the academy that year that they're not supposed to remember me," Mint snorted. "Because between your articles and them? My life's been one hell after another until I came here, where no one knew of your lies. And then you showed up and here we are."

"Here we are," Candy agreed. "And you're being overly dramatic. You've raised yourself through the ranks rather quickly. You're very young for a commander."

"I may be young, but I worked my ass off to get here," Mint shook her head. "Yet no one believes me. They don't question the handful of other young commanders, nope, just me because I'm half Orion." She sighed. "And here I thought Starfleet was beyond racism..."

"If it were," Candy started, "then why don't they trust Romulans, Ferengi, Cardassians, or anyone that is not part of the Federation? Sure, I suppose that some of it has to do with the past but you can slice it anyway you want, it comes from viewing some as the entirety of the population."

"True," Mint sighed. "I guess I was just hoping for it to not be true, despite being the victim of some of it."

"I'm a pragmatist, Mint. I'm not an activist. I don't decide what's right or fair. I have to be flexible." She then grinned at Mint, "Of course, you probably don't remember that."

Mint snorted. "I tried to forget a lot about you," she laughed. "Yet, you were the talk of the town any time an article came out. People are very divided on you, half hate you, half love you. Either way, you succeed in one thing, they all talk about you and your articles."

"Just like a referee. Make a call and one team loves you and another team doesn't. However, having everyone talk about me.... Now, what more could a girl ask for?" She grinned genuinely and widely at Mint. "Pulitzer here I come."

Mint rolled her eyes and stood up with a stretch. "You won't get one of those sitting around my old office," she walked over to the desk and picked up her box of items. "We both should get back to work. I'll talk to Banda about your restrictions as soon as I can, and send a message to the CIO about interest in an interview."

"Thank you," Candy replied sincerely. She then gave a snarky grin to Mint and said, "I promise, I won't let the door hit me on the way out." With that, she started strolling away from Mint, making sure to put a little extra swing in her step just for Mint to watch her backside as she left.

Mint rolled her eyes and watched Candy leave. That woman would drive her mad if she let her. Once Candy was gone, Mint counted to ten before making her way out of her old office with her small box of items. It was time to set up shop in her new office. Maybe once she changed a few things.

 

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