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>Over the next week and a half, Tiffany was significantly more relaxed as she prepared for the interview in every way that she could. Practicing each question. Perfecting her tone. Researching every detail. Right down to the ideal outfit.
>You spent a lot of that same time nursing your bruised ribs while assisting her.
>After the love of your life rose out of bed the morning of the interview, you’d managed to crawl out after her and cook her breakfast. The melodic tones of her singing in the shower had floated around you as you prepared the morning repast.
>Your eggs were runny and your toast was burnt, but you’d somehow managed to keep from marring her morning meal.
>As the two of you shared a tender hug in the doorway, you felt small tremors shaking her body. Whether they were from excitement or nervousness, you didn’t know, but you’d made certain to quell any uncertainty in her with reassurances.
>“Tiff, you’re going to do great. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you’ve worked your tail off there for years now. There’s no way they won’t love you.”
>You’d planted a kiss on her snout and placed a hand on her cheek. “And if they don’t, then I will personally leak where they hide the bodies.”
>The giggle and contented little hum she’d released in the wake of your affection confirmed that those were the exact words she’d needed to hear.
>When Tiffany came home that evening, she had been radiant with ecstatic energy. The interview had gone off without a single hitch. She couldn’t keep herself from giving big, toothy smiles as she recounted how all of her preparation had paid off.
>“And best of all, on my way out I swear I heard Ms. Sellers tell Mr. Manifold that she thought I’d given an ‘interesting presentation’.”
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>Over the next week and a half, Tiffany was significantly more relaxed as she prepared for the interview in every way that she could. Practicing each question. Perfecting her tone. Researching every detail. Right down to the ideal outfit.
>You spent a lot of that same time nursing your bruised ribs while assisting her.
>After the love of your life rose out of bed the morning of the interview, you’d managed to crawl out after her and cook her breakfast. The melodic tones of her singing in the shower had floated around you as you prepared the morning repast.
>Your eggs were runny and your toast was burnt, but you’d somehow managed to keep from marring her morning meal.
>As the two of you shared a tender hug in the doorway, you felt small tremors shaking her body. Whether they were from excitement or nervousness, you didn’t know, but you’d made certain to quell any uncertainty in her with reassurances.
>“Tiff, you’re going to do great. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you’ve worked your tail off there for years now. There’s no way they won’t love you.”
>You’d planted a kiss on her snout and placed a hand on her cheek. “And if they don’t, then I will personally leak where they hide the bodies.”
>The giggle and contented little hum she’d released in the wake of your affection confirmed that those were the exact words she’d needed to hear.
>When Tiffany came home that evening, she had been radiant with ecstatic energy. The interview had gone off without a single hitch. She couldn’t keep herself from giving big, toothy smiles as she recounted how all of her preparation had paid off.
>“And best of all, on my way out I swear I heard Ms. Sellers tell Mr. Manifold that she thought I’d given an ‘interesting presentation’.”
Cont.