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"It's 8:00. It's Friday night. You should go home." Joey stood in Chris's office doorway, tapping a pen against her palm. He waved his hand dismissively, not taking his eyes off the letter he was reading as he reclined on the couch in his office. "I'm fine. I have about five more things to do, so I'll get home at a reasonable hour." She nodded. "Okay. Let me rephrase, then. It's 8:00. It's Friday night. I'm going home." He laughed. "Yes, of course, that's fine. I always forget you feel this need to hover over me until I leave. Feel free to take off." Now he eyed her. "Do you have big plans or something? Something I should know about? Do I need to make him come and explain his intentions? I do the big brother thing pretty well, so if I need to worry that it's a biker or a frat boy or something like that, I'd be up to the challenge." She blushed. "Well, I appreciate the offer, but it's not a date or anything like that. I have to go home and pack, actually. I have a flight to catch in the morning." He turned his head a little. "Oh, really? And where are you going?" "You know this already. I'm taking Monday off, because I'm going down to Capeside for the weekend. It's an engagement party for one of my friends. There's a picnic tomorrow, then the party's on Sunday." He sighed. "Ahh, right, right. Deserting me in my hour of need. Sounds like fun. It's a nice weekend for it. I'll be here, of course, trying to make sense out of a bunch of market reports from 1990." His eyes lit up. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here and do this, and I'll go to your party? I could wear a wig and pretend to be you, although I'd have to work on the attitude. Maybe I could wear brass knuckles." He chuckled to himself. She raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, very funny. Of course, you say that as if you'd actually ever leave your work for an entire weekend. I'm thinking an actual weekend off is unlikely for a guy who takes his cell phone to the bathroom." Looking disapprovingly at the paper he was holding, she took two steps into the office. "Tell me the truth, Chris. What would happen if you didn't make sense out of the marketing reports from 1990. I mean, honestly, what would happen? Would the world cease to spin? Would martial law be imposed? Would the flying monkeys come along and gather up the employees and take them to the Wicked Witch of the West?"
He scratched his head. "Well, I'm not sure. We're talking 1990, so presumably, there would be a lot I didn't know about something or other that was sold when I was in college and couldn't afford it." "I think you should come to the party," she said simply. "Oh, yeah, right," he scoffed, going back to his reading. "Like you're going to drag your boss on a weekend trip that you're taking for the express purpose of getting away from work." "I'm not taking it for the express purpose of getting away from work. I'm taking it for the express purpose of my friend being engaged. And to be honest, it's really very selfish on my part to invite you, given that one of my main motivations for doing it is that I expect you would be a lot easier to handle if you actually took a deep breath more than once ever five years." She walked over and took the papers from him. "I'm serious. You should come." "I'm not going to bust up some intimate gathering of friends and family. Besides, if the things you say about your friends are true, I'm apparently in imminent danger of becoming romantically involved with two or three of them at a time if I venture anywhere near whatever those voodoo vibes are that they give off. I'm too busy for angst." "It's hardly an intimate gathering. Between the people that know her, the people that know him, the people that know those people . . . nobody is going to notice one corporate weasel in the crowd." "I can't cancel everything I have all day Monday, Joey. You keep my schedule, you know how it is." She snorted derisively. "You have Petrie at 8:30. He wants more money for that stupid thing with the animated monkey, and you're not going to give it to him, whether he begs you or not. You have Kate at 9:00, and she wants you to throw a party for the interns, and she's going to make one of her moving speeches, and because her being married hasn't stopped you from having a monster crush on her, you're going to pay for it, whatever she wants, whether she begs you or not. At 10:00, you're scheduled for part five-hundred-and-twelve of the what-will-we-do-about-employee-parking discussion, which you're eventually going to leave up to Dave and Ben because you don't care one way or the other. At 11:00, you're supposed to go across town to have lunch with Marty Brown and his Nerds of Renown while they give you an hour-long presentation that they could just as well give you in a two-page letter. 1:30 is Fisher Frye, for God's sake, so I don't have to say any more about that. 2:30 is that lob<strong>by</strong>ist guy from the Chamber of Commerce who always calls me Joanie, who's coming here to kiss up to you so you'll write a letter saying you can't get any good workers because of the unfavorable tax climate, which letter you aren't going to give him, because you don't even like the Chamber of Commerce. 3:30 is Margaret, who you know perfectly well doesn't have anything on her agenda except maybe a PowerPoint presentation on the pros and cons of getting in your pants. At 4:00, you've got an hour with someone from the accounting department who probably wants to discuss long division. Finally, 5:00 is the business reporter for the Globe, who wants you to say something embarrassing on Monday that
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what she really wants, and you know
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Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
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"It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
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Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
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Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
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Jen's eyes widened. "It -- it doesn
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