“Wait, wait, okay, wait,” Alex says. “I have one question.” She sighs heavily. “What?” “Why’d you wait to use Shaan’s personal number?” “Because he’s my fiancé, asshole, but some of us understand the meaning of discretion, so you wouldn’t know about it,” she tells him without even so much as looking at him, curled up against the window of the plane. “We agreed we’d never use our personal numbers for work contact. Now shut up and let me get some sleep before we have to deal with the rest of this. I’m running on nothing but black coffee, a Wetzel’s Pretzel, and a fistful of B12. Do not even
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Holy shit i didnt expect that
