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ND: 91 Steps, ch. 1ND: 91 Steps, ch. 13 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Joanna Riggs placed a hand to her temple, momentarily lapsing into something like self-pity. Joanna rarely dwelt on the negative. There were simply too many things to do to let herself collapse in a moment of weakness. Still, today had been especially taxing. She was still working her way through a promising acquisition for the museum, a Mayan monolith that had just been excavated from Mexico, which took up most of her energy. There were a thousand little details that had to be sorted out--paperwork, payment, property rights--and she often came home from work exhausted. But it would all be worth it, in the end. At least, she hoped. For now, s

ND: 91 Steps, ch. 2Deputy curator at Beech Hill Museum, Washington, D.C.ND: 91 Steps, ch. 23 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sonny Joon muttered the words under his breath, testing out the sound and feel of them. He added them to his already sizable list of occupations, a list which ranged across ten states and two continents. This would be his twenty-fifth job in as many months.
He smiled as he strolled out of the museum, hands in his pockets. He felt like interviews were old hat now. No one really cared about experience or skills. All they wanted was charm, a certain spark that they could latch onto. It was easy to imbue himself with that charmreally, it just took a few well-placed smiles, some wit, an
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ND: 91 Steps, ch. 5ND: 91 Steps, ch. 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
Henrik pulled off his plastic gloves with a snap and tucked them into his coat pocket. It felt odd to be out of the lab for a change, but he had recently finished translating an entire set of Mayan codices, which promised to be a crucial addition to the upcoming exhibition. For the time being, he had no other major projects to work on, at least not until the next round of shipments came in. He'd have to make sure he picked them up himself. Joanna would want to send Sonny after them, but Henrik didn't trust him, even if he only needed to carry them from the front of the museum to the back. Already the boy had lost more receipts than he could c

ND: 91 Steps, ch. 7ND: 91 Steps, ch. 72 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sonny dashed into the lab, feet skidding on the just-mopped floor, his arms wheeling backward in an effort to balance out his momentum. At the last moment, he bounced up on his toes and planted his butt on the edge of Henrik's desk. In the same move, he had crossed his legs, braced one arm against the desk, and leaned so far to the left that his head was upside down. "Helloooooooo, Henrik!" he beamed.
"Christ." Henrik sucked the word in through clenched teeth. He tore his mask off and leaned away, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We talked about this, Sonny."
"Did we?" Sonny said innocently. He straightened up and put on his widest smile.

ND: 91 Steps, ch. 3ND: 91 Steps, ch. 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
Henrik van der Hune, his arms folded tight across his chest, tapped his fingers against the well-worn elbows of his lab coat. He had tied his procedure mask around his ears so it hung just below his chin, as if he expected to need it at a moment's notice. Never mind that he was not even in his lab but in Joanna's dim office. He felt awkward without bright fluorescent bulbs overhead and Mayan dust on his fingertips.
He cleared his throat. The noise sounded uncommonly loud in the small office.
"Joanna," he began. "It's getting rather late. Perhaps I should "
"It's only ten minutes past," Joanna said through gritted teeth.
Henrik paused
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