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Me:

Probs

MeanieHead:

Try again.

Me:

PROBABLY

MeanieHead:

The abbreviation was not the issue. Can you complete the mission?

Me:

well, hes still in the fukcign office BOB so waht do you watn me ot do

MeanieHead:

Get the drive. Whatever it takes, Archer.

Me:

Sure thing I'll just sit here n wait

MeanieHead:

Very good. Confirm when you have the drive.

Me:

ur a real asshole u no

MeanieHead:

Get the drive, Archer.

Me

eat a dick

MeanieHead

You are a foul young woman.

Me:

its ur own fault, dummy

MeanieHead

I despise this form of communication and I despise even more your abysmal lack of spelling, grammar, and punctuation in this context. I educated you far better than this. Just get the drive and come home.

Yeah, he writes perfectly spelled and punctuated paragraphs in his texts. Me? Not so much, and it drives him bananas, which is part of why I do it. More on that later.

I sigh silently, find my earbuds case, thumb one in, and turn on my romantasy novel. Keep an eye on Ionescu as he alternates between browsing on his four computer screens and furiously typing on his phone. In my left ear, a crisp, upper-crust British male voice actor growls his way through the dirty dialogue, playing a millenia-old vampire masquerading as a stuffy professor with a love for history tempting an innocent young human woman with improbably large boobies and a dark, dangerous secret. In the book, the narration switches to an American-accented female voice discussing the practical problem of navigating down a flight of stairs in a precariously buttoned shirt while improbably well-endowed.