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were_lemurDoctor Who, original characters, all ages, not mine. A confidence game is about to go horribly wrong.
She's the ideal mark; orphaned as a child, raised by committee. She's not fabulously wealthy, but now that she's twenty-five, her inheritance is her own. And, feeling guilty as only a child of privilege can, she's decided to set up a charity. She wants to be hands-on, but she'll tire of that soon enough, leaving you free to empty her accounts.
She's already showing signs; her fingers drum on your desk, tap-tap-tap-tap, driving you mental. "Could you stop that?"
She stares down at her hand for a moment, as if it belongs to someone else. "Sorry."
"No worries, Miss Saxon."
She's the ideal mark; orphaned as a child, raised by committee. She's not fabulously wealthy, but now that she's twenty-five, her inheritance is her own. And, feeling guilty as only a child of privilege can, she's decided to set up a charity. She wants to be hands-on, but she'll tire of that soon enough, leaving you free to empty her accounts.
She's already showing signs; her fingers drum on your desk, tap-tap-tap-tap, driving you mental. "Could you stop that?"
She stares down at her hand for a moment, as if it belongs to someone else. "Sorry."
"No worries, Miss Saxon."
