The staid, pleasant assistant's pants hike up a little, revealing the colorful, daring ankle bracelet she conceals beneath her cuffs.
The pregnant head of HR's hand falls naturally down into her lap, where it seems to curve around her swelling belly of its own volition.
The director of the department smells of cologne, or maybe shampoo, but either way we're sitting close enough that I can smell whichever it is.
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