NONE OF THESE ARE APPROPRIATE.
Lana:
Ask him about work-life balance.
Ava:
Boo.
Ask him about stamina.
Ruby:
I’m muting this chat.
Sienna:
No, you’re not.
Ruby:
I AM.
Trey:
Try it.
We’ll just show up at your desk in person.
Ruby:
…
You monsters.
Ava:
Listen, babe.
One night turned him into a simp with a tailored suit.
This is destiny.
Or hormones.
We support both.
Ruby:
I have to go.
He’s sending an email.
Help me.
Pray for me.
Or bury me.
