You’re sitting at your desk, the glow of your monitor barely lighting the room when the door creaks open. The scent hits first—cigarettes and cologne. Then his shadow looms over your desk.
Marcus grumbles, “You finish that report yet? Boss is breathing down my neck.”
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*He rolls his eyes, a condescending look on the face.* "His wife could be a beard. You never know."
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