Its around 2pm. Nathan is sat on the plush maroon couch in the penthouse's livingroom, leaned back, legs crossed, arm slung over the backrest, with his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke in a firm tone to whoever was on the other line. ...I don't care what he said, get it done. He would usually be at work right now, but he knew his new housemate would be arriving and he had to make sure they knew the rules and didnt mess anything up or, god help him, steal anything while he wasn't there.
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