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[thereal10th]

God damn phones would not fucking stop ringing after that article went out. How the hell anyone even got my extension is beyond me, but I'm getting it changed tomorrow.

First the mall, now this explosion...traffic's never going to go back to its normal flow.

Fuck I need a drink.

Comments

[notolddamnit]

VOOOII, having fun already, Boss?

[thereal10th]

I'm ecstatic.

[notolddamnit]

VOOOII, so glad to hear that, Boss. For a moment there, I thought you wouldn't appreciate the efforts to get you closer and bonding to our... respectable audience.

I knew you'd just love to have your phone printed along with "graciously at your service" in the welcome notice in last week's paper. People need to know who they're dealing with, don't they?

[thereal10th]

[This message takes a little bit to come.]

Your ass. My office. Tomorrow morning. Bright and fucking early.

[notolddamnit]

And here I thought we were past the whole "fucking" thing? You're really not my type.

[thereal10th]

Very fucking funny.

[notolddamnit]

Isn't it? Should I bring you flowers, then? To soften the blow of the rejection?

Oh, I know. I know just what to get you to keep your heart from breaking, Boss.

[thereal10th]

This isn't a fucking proposition or a love confession or any other bullshit. Have your ass in my office in the fucking morning or don't show up to work at all.

[notolddamnit]

Of course.

[thereal10th]

(ooc; The second Squalo walks through the door, he's getting a stapler to the head.)

[notolddamnit]

(ooc: ...aww, and he even went through the trouble of hunting down a raccoon to bring Xanxus its carcass! You know, so he can match.)