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The note, that was delivered by Ginger right after Senior Staff headed for Leo�s office, was short and in code, which, while it had seemed like a bright idea at the time, was very fourth grade now that they had actually put it into practise.
There was no real urgency to the topic in the note, so Donna had waited until she got the time, because she knew that it wasn�t going to be a brief conversation, and then she went to Sam�s office.
�What did you need to talk about?� Donna asked, holding up the note that had started off over thirteen hours of panic that she hid behind layers of professionalism.
Sam looked up from his laptop, clearly distracted, and not by whatever he was working on. �You free for dinner?� he asked.
�Josh is at some suck-up dinner thing, so I�m free for the whole night,� Donna said. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head. �I�m done with work for the night. That�s better. Sounds less like I�m propositioning you,� she decided.
�I�m good either way,� Sam said with a smile as he started packing up his laptop and a few files he needed for the speech he was writing. �So how about we do take-out at my place. You bring whatever cuisine you want and I�ll bring my whole new set of emotional baggage. What do you say?�
�Give me an hour and I�ll be there,� Donna nodded. She took a step forward and reached up, cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand. �Whatever it is, I know you�ll get through this, Sam. You�re strong, and you�re not alone. Remember that,� she said softly.