"Looks like someone already caught the snarky-Ceo cooties, so the death cooties might be invalid." Hal snarks as she leaves.
He laughs at that, the first laugh he's had all evening. Carol still has some magic after all.
He changes his clothes, then downs the coffee so quickly he can still feel the burn when he goes into the living room. The chill in his bones is nearly gone and now Hal can focus on other things.
He's glad to be alive, even if it means possibly being Public Enemy Number One for awhile. He sneaks up behind Carol adopts his best Australian accent.
"Crikey! Look what I've found! The Cranky CEO in her natural habitat! Yes, mate, she's drop dead gorgeous, even if she threatens to shoot you over the phone, but have you ever tried to get her to crack a smile?
It's like trying to get blood from a stone sometimes!" he quips.
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