“You’re a real snake, Jameson, you know that?”“I must be, if you’re calling me that.” Artie snorted into the phone as he signed the report Julianne had just handed him and nodded, shooing her off. Readjusting the phone between jaw and shoulder, he leaned back in his seat and gave the call his whole attention. “I haven’t been Jameson to you or
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