“Stop it. Stop it right now. I don’t want to hear about any freaky cartoon porn or how you think that Cyrus is hot.” Jimenez looked over and flashed me a shit-eating grin. “I didn’t say he was hot. That was all you, boss.” “Jimenez! I did not!” I barked. I didn’t think Cyrus was hot, and I didn’t need my employee busting my balls about it.
