((AN: Am I manic? No! I just like to switch things up a bit. Seems like it has been a little too serious. . . )))
From: Minister Darlian
To: Mrs. Winner
RE: ‘Question’
Mrs. Winner,
I am sending you this in regards to the message you sent me about the current state of my involvement with a certain member of the Preventor organization. Due to the suddenness of the question and the sensitive nature of such personal inquiries I regret to inform you that I cannot give you any answer save that my relationships with that group are purely professional.
Again, I send my deepest regrets at what was obviously a sincere attempt to ascertain my current condition.
Sincerely,
Relena Darlian
Vice Foreign Minister
Attached: Copy of invitation to the event next Saturday that you requested.
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Dorothy! How could you! You know very well that my email is monitored just as everything else in my life is. (Can you see me grumbling from there?) As if I could actually answer a question like that when there is even the slightest possibility HE could see it. That would be disaster. I refuse to give him that sort of ammunition. Especially right now.
Do you know what he did? Oh. . . I’ll tell you what he did.
I had just noticed that I had a run in my stocking, but when I bent down he couldn’t see me in the crowd of people at the convention and assumed I had somehow run away or been kidnapped. He searched most of the building for me until activating and using the TRACKING DEVICE he had planted on my shoe (and no I had no knowledge of this device), only to barge in on me removing one of my thigh highs in the ladies room. He didn’t even blush when an elderly dignitary screamed and fainted as he burst in with his gun. And I must say, when he broke open the stall door as I was removing the second stocking, I think he turned about five shades of red. I seriously thought when I heard that lady scream that I was going to die.
I was livid, of course.
The only good part of all this was the explicit promise he had to put in writing not to bug me without notifying me AND Preventer headquarters. Ha. That’s what he gets for being such an over protective moron.
How are Quatre and the kids? I haven’t heard from you in ages.
Love,
Relena
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From: Dorothy Winner
To: Minister Darlian
RE: Invitation to Saturday’s event.
Dear Minister Darlian,
I am sorry for my inconsiderate email. I should have known better than to make such personal inquiries informally. Perhaps I can make an appointment with your secretary for lunch sometime to talk matters over.
In addition, I think I may have found a mistake on the invitation you so kindly supplied me. Please look at the additions I have highlighted and tell me if I am mistaken. You can see my dilemma, and I would appreciate a response as soon as it is convenient for you.
Cordially,
Mrs. Winner
Attached: Revised Invitation
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Relena you naughty thing! I say, bathroom or no, fainted elderly lady nonwithstanding, you still should have just arched your back, let your skirt ride up a little more, and given the man enough fodder to force him to take cold showers for weeks.
Of course you always get so puritanical about things like that. I’ve always told you if you don’t grasp the moment then you’ll never land that great hulking idiot of a Gundam pilot. He simply won’t understand unless you spell it out. I mean, Quatre is arguably the most sensitive of those poor disgruntled and misused boys and you know what hoops I had to jump through to get him to pop the question.
Not that I expect Heero to ask you to marry him just because you flash a little skin, but I think that after all this time a date should be in order. I’ve never seen two people as repressed and socially stunted as you two. I swear, you may be a brilliant politician, dear friend, but when it comes to your romantic life you’re worse than a kid at grasping the fundamentals.
And again, that modesty of yours simply must be put on the back burner.
Wear some miniskirts to work. Pick up things in front of him. Brush against him whenever possible on ‘accident’. I have a million ways you can at least start to flirt with him and I will convert you to my cause (really your cause but I don’t see you moving fast enough for my liking). Think of me as your personal trainer, and these things as exercises.
Quatre and the children are fine. Currently Quatre is in his office pouring over paperwork so that he knows what he’s going to be shmoozing about to all those old men and women on Saturday. I poked him in the belly yesterday and told him that I thought he was getting a little chubby, (just like his son who still has those adorable cheeks I love to pinch – and who now has enough words to complain when I do it). It was a joke of course but he got this wounded look on his face and now I think he’s sulking. Bah. He should be less sensitive; we’ve both gotten a lot softer since the kids were born.
I blame you and that incessant peace you seem to maintain against all odds. A little war would make me so much more energetic.
Now whomever could your date be on Saturday?
Dorothy
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From: Minister Darlian
To: Mrs. Winner
RE: Revised Invitation
Mrs. Winner,
I have given the document a thorough examination and I only caught one error. It seemed not terribly essential given the nature of the event, but I have made the necessary corrections.
Please accept my apologies for any confusion. I look forward to catching up with you on Saturday.
Sincerely,
Relena Darlian
Vice Foreign Minister
Attached: Final Version of the invitation
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Dorothy,
You’re horrid! You know I was just in the middle of reading your attachment when Heero came striding in (without knocking I might add) and proceeded to tell me that restrictions he had to operate under for the gathering on Saturday were ‘unacceptable’ and that I was putting myself in ‘unreasonable’ danger.
I said, ‘Yes, heaven forbid I get another run in my stocking or you might just take hostages.’
I know, I know. I was totally asking for another more unpleasant argument, but it was at the top of my mind and I was annoyed all over again.
But that’s not the best part! The best part is that after I said it he looked like he was going to argue and then suddenly his eyes got wide and he went white as a sheet. I actually had to wave my hand in front of him to get him to react. As soon as he focused in again, of course, he gave me the most virulent scowl in existence and then stormed out of the room.
I’m not sure how to take it, but I think it could be progress. Maybe? Perhaps? Do you think I’m a little too optimistic? On the one hand, I also know he is overworked and barely sleeps. He could just have lost it for a moment. No use getting my hopes up.
Even if he wants my body, that wouldn’t be very fulfilling would it. . . well, I must admit I think it would be fun but I’m talking about the long term here. You know it feels like we’ve been a relationship forever, but we never got to do any of the fun things. It somehow skipped over into (mostly) easy companionship (when he isn’t going out of his way to invade my privacy for the sake of safety).
I think I’ll take a page from your book and wear something daring to the gathering. To hell with reporters. I’ll do what I want for once and if he doesn’t react then I’ll just have to give up on him and get a real boyfriend!
What do you think? Want to help me choose a dress tomorrow evening? I don’t know where to go. . . you’ve seen my outfits. I get all my suits tailored, but I don’t think there is time for that for the dress. So? Can you?
Relena
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From: Dorothy Winner
To: Minister Darlian
RE: Invitation to Saturday’s event.
Dear Minister Darlian,
Thank you very much for your consideration.
This is a copy of my schedule, should the eventuality arise that you have some time to meet earlier. I do not know how much time either of us will have at the event and I simply wish to confirm plans ahead of time.
Cordially,
Mrs. Winner
Attached: Partial Week’s Schedule for D. Winner.
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Relena,
Of *course* I will help you pick out a dress. But that means you had better get ready for some pretty racy undergarments as well. Ohohohohoho!
And shoes too.
This is just too good. I have wanted to do this for ages, and I’m sure it will knock some sense into that man to see you as a woman.
We already know he respects you so there is nothing wrong in making you a sex object for the night. I have Thursday night if that works for you. I’ll pick you up after work. Just drop me a line if this doesn’t work. I won’t distract you from your oh so wonderful paperwork any longer.
See you Thursday.
Dorothy