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"Yessir," Ruth replied obediently and gave Cira an apologetic smile, "I wish we had met on better terms. My name is Ruth."

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"Cira," she replied in a clipped voice. Her eyes were still glaring daggers at Hale. "You work for him, I assume?"

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"I do," Ruth replied, shrugging, "I have for a few years now. I've known Mr. Varsad for a long time."

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"Well, I'm sorry," Cira said, turning her gaze to Ruth. "I'm truly sorry you have to put up with this." Then she turned and continued down the street without a backward glance at them. Good job, she told herself. You kept it together.

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Ruth sighed and looked down at the velvet box. Most people couldn't understand why she put up with her boss' snide attitude. She had her reasons.

Hale rolled his eyes, "Come, Ruth. We need to get home and get this done before the sun sets."

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Cira turned her back on them and went on her way, already deciding to forget about this encounter.