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“Perhaps you should work on one, instead of limiting yourself to being Stark’s Girl Friday.” She’d learnt the phrase from the man himself, yet it’s still one she warms to.
The list of jobs is impressive, and she has to resist throwing in her more inexplicable roles. “The dominatrix’s dungeon sounds intriguing - although I suppose you hear that a lot… so I’ll refrain. What kind of storms did you chase in New Mexico then?”
“Right? But I mean, it’s not all bad, you should know that better than anyone,” Darcy pointed out.
It was true, she’d been asked about her time in the dungeon so often the usual story had been on the tip of her tongue. She blinked in surprise, before scrambling for an answer. “Oh, uh, mostly thunderstorms until that freak tornado happened.” She bit her tongue to keep from laughing at the inside joke.
Natasha smiles just a little, taking a drink from her glass. “I’ve had worse jobs, I suppose.”
She bites her lip at the look of surprise that flashes briefly across Darcy’s expression, before nodding. The woman before her is a convincing liar, and she’s always liked that. “Well, if you’re storm chasing, a freak tornado must’ve made a nice change?”
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