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Duplicity Inbox

Duplicity Inbox

You've reached Tim Stoker. I'm out at the moment. Leave me a message and I'll return your call soon.

Hey. [His voice turns stern.] Hey, you do not suck. This isn't easy. Especially for someone with one of those stupid marks on their necks. You're basically being forced to trust a complete stranger with your life. Not being able to do that? Means you're a sane person.

Of course you can contract with me. No way am I going to let you go to jail over this. But you should know I have found someone else as well, but it's fine, I can contract with two people. His name is David; he's a dective and seems like a pretty good guy.

[Tim might actually be able to feel her relief through the phone.]

I mean, that's cool. That's okay, if you're okay with him. I trust you. [But a thought does occur to her that gives her a bit of pause in her moment of gratitude.]

Are you sure you can have us both? Do you have the space?

I don't know him that well, but he needed a contract and so did I. So, here we are.

I have the space, I- uh, I actually already rented a three bedroom place. You know, just in case you needed a contract in the end? Not that I didn't think you couldn't get one, but-- [He trails off. But what, Timothy?] --just in case.

[She's arching a brow in both mild surprise, and amusement. Not that you can see it, Tim, but...

He might actually hear her smile through the phone.]

Did... You thought I would chicken out, didn't you. You rented a three bedroom because I'm shit at this.

No, I just wanted to give you a place that would be safe in case whoever you signed up might not be such a good person.

So, since you're thinking of contracting with me you'll need that room even more than ever. I hear that guy is an ass.