[That was enough to make Angel cringe. Not the sight or memory of the doorknobs, but the reminder that it was now her job to polish them regularly. She didn't need to understand the innuendo to feel considerably uncomfortable with her new duty.]
[Still, there was one thing that stuck out to Angel about this woman and her seemingly endless (albeit mostly harmless) badgering. She doubted correcting the woman would do anything (the woman was almost like her father, in the sense that they enjoyed vaguely insulting nicknames), but at the very least, it would be minding her manners.]
It's Angel. Not dipstick.
[She spoke not with annoyance or frustration, but with a calm sort of voice. If her suspicion was correct, and she did share this particular trait with her father, then a rise was exactly what she wanted.]
[It was all about escalation with these types.]
I'm not sure what you mean by being honest with myself though.
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[Still, there was one thing that stuck out to Angel about this woman and her seemingly endless (albeit mostly harmless) badgering. She doubted correcting the woman would do anything (the woman was almost like her father, in the sense that they enjoyed vaguely insulting nicknames), but at the very least, it would be minding her manners.]
It's Angel. Not dipstick.
[She spoke not with annoyance or frustration, but with a calm sort of voice. If her suspicion was correct, and she did share this particular trait with her father, then a rise was exactly what she wanted.]
[It was all about escalation with these types.]
I'm not sure what you mean by being honest with myself though.