“Circling back to my question though, does the owner live here, or is it staff only, or what’s the situation?” “You’re looking at him.” The man before me mumbles. Ringing chirps of cicadas and the quiet rustling of leaves fill the air as I digest those four words. “What?” “I own this place. Tessa is my business manager.” He scuffs the ground with a boot and shoves both hands in his pockets. “Oh my god. You let us drive all the way out here, and I had no idea. Why didn’t you say something?” Christ, it’ll officially haunt me forever that I called my new boss Cock Ring in the middle of the
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