“You can’t concentrate for shit,” Rhyland said matter-of-factly. “She demonstrated the ‘Macarena’ out there at some point.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “She’s like a car accident. Hard to look away from but horrifying, nonetheless. Just because she’s got my attention doesn’t mean that it’s positive. I’m over her.” “Over her, my ass. Every time she bends over, you look like you need a cigarette. Look, I can give her a backend job. We need someone to do the filing, anyway. You’ll never see he—” “She’s a decent server. You said so yourself, right?” Rhy pursed his lips, his expression
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