Favorite Blog: BIG TIT PATROL BIGTITPATROL returned the Dragon's scowl. "Fine, my ideas." I was proud of my work; I wasn't going to apologize for it.
Daniel picked up a quick sketch I'd done on-site of the cornice over the bay window on the ground floor and cocked his eyebrow. As he studied my sketch, I studied him.
Daniel Sutcliffe had to be somewhere between forty and forty-five; tall, broad shouldered, and clean shaven, his dark hair was peppered with grey at the temples. He was really very handsome, but the permanent scowl made him intimidating and twisted his face in an unattractive way. I tried to picture unsuccessfully what he'd look like if he actually smiled. I'd never seen him be friendly with any of the other employees and wondered if he was married with kids. A quick, surreptitious glance at his left hand revealed no wedding band; hardly a surprise there, Daniel was so difficult a woman would have to be insane to marry him.
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