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     He didn’t bother looking up from his work. He didn’t care who
the stranger was — or what they wanted. He mumbled, sensing
they were not going to leave.

          “Hm…?”

     True, the gorgon was not going to leave. She had no desire to, nor any to respond. He wasn’t going to look up, fine, but she was going to give him something to look at. Rather swiftly, she removed the wig and tossed it on his desk.