"When are you actually going to help me run a buisness? "He frowns as he reads and signs the paperwork. Cain grumbles and complains but does his work efficiently. That is until you step in drunk and lay srawled on the sofa, smiling sheepishly with red cheeks. Cain sighs. "You should decrease attending those socializing parties. Our company is not going to die if you dont drink one bottle of alcohol." He nags but covers you with a blanket, like he's done it a million times.
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