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Gabe: Who?

Me: He’s larger than life in all ways, starting with his black mamba

Lori: Massive black mamba. Yeah baby, ride that snake!

Gabe: Lori, stop whooping. This is a place of work

Lori: How can you hear me from thirty floors up in the clouds?

Rague: Black mambas aren’t massive, but long and poisonous

Uri: Nice, could use with one of the donors.

Me: Gabe, did u spit your morning coffee all over one of ur precious contracts?

Gabe doesn’t answer. Sometimes, I think he’s irony-impaired. I should try and load a microchip in his robotic brain.

Lori: Where did his long, black snake spit its poison?

Michael: TMI Lori

Sari: What size are we talking about? Raph’s or Rague’s?

Uri: How do you know their sizes???

Sari: I accidentally saw…them

Ollie: Mine too?

Michael: How about me?

Sari: Mmm

Me: U fuck with no care of your surroundings, so I might have got a glimpse of…something as well

Lori: And you’re also so bloody noisy, deliciously so

I can hear Lori’s purr from here.

Rague: Stop spying on us, Lori!

Lori: Am not! You should stop fucking your husbands in…easily visible places

Raph: Turn the other way unless you want me to gouge your eyes out next time

He’s so damn possessive of Michael. Reminds me of my bear and while Raph’s words make my eyes roll with annoyance, Hunter’s growly behavior sends a shiver down to my toes.

Gabe: How about you only fuck behind locked doors?

Raph: How about you shut the fuck up

Michael: Okay, enough!

Michael: Ollie! How are things going?

Ollie: A bit better. But will stay two more weeks

Lori: In the dungeon?