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<Oh hell, I hope I never piss her off!> Bishop thought, while palming away the piece of paper.
"Much appreciated, ma'am. Something flags on my scope, I will let you know." Bishop waved at the waitress and ordered the cheque. After paying the bill, he rose from his seat.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, madam. Until next time: See you, when I see you."
He offered his hand.
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Ariadne shakes Bishop's hand with a grip that is not quite matching his but almost there. "It's A if you have too. Madam sounds too...old?" She sounds quizzical for a moment before giving a small shrug. Ariadne releases her grip and lets her hand fall. "Have a good day, I'm sure we'll talk again soon."
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Bishop smiles back at Ariadne. "As you wish. Until then."
He gives a slight bow and escorts her to the exit, holding the door and then disappearing down the road towards the direction of the office building of the Sacramento Bee.
Meeting that Elusive Epopt
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