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I try not to laugh, I really do, but I know the exact face that Jynx is going to pull when she gets that message, and I know that they’re all going to bitch about having to do it apart from Mason and Rip because they’ll actually enjoy the writing upside of this, and I can almost guarantee that their reports will be incredibly well written and detailed. So much so that I would be surprised if a couple of the others, Jynx and Ace, don’t try to copy the reports despite the fact that they will all have different points of view.
“Oh, that’s going to be a fun one,” Atty grins and then stands up, “alright, I’m going to go up to my room to write everything up. I’m taking a giant cup of coffee with me though, because I feel like I’m going to need it.”
“Good idea,” I agree as I stand up and grab one of the most oversized travel mugs that we have and fill it up, “wish me luck.”
“You guys are so dramatic. It’s only a report,” Trick mutters, rolling his eyes as he pulls out his laptop and places it on the table in front of him.
“Yeah, a report that has to be written meticulously, with no errors and with every single detail that you thought you couldn’t remember written into it, or it gets sent back to you to do it again,” Riot points out as he too stands up.
“It’s important that we get it right, and it saves time if we just do it right the first time,” Trick replies.
“We know you’ve drilled that into us,” Cash smirks.
“And just because we know you’re right and we know that it's all for a good reason does not mean that I’m not going to bitch about it,” Rage adds, making us all nod in agreement.
Trick sighs, a smile playing around the edge of his lips as he seems to give up having this conversation with us yet again and instead says, “Send the reports through to my email when you’re done, and I’ll group them all together with the ones from Jynx and the guys and send them over.”
“Yes, boss,” Luc teases with a salute, and I chuckle as I leave them all to it, taking my coffee back upstairs with me so that I can get this report written up as quickly as possible.
I set myself up on my desk, slightly wishing that I had brought up snacks as well, but I’m not going to waste any more time and go back down to the kitchen right now. I will just wait until I get super hungry and then go down. I’ve only been writing for a few minutes when my phone pings, and I check it to find a message from Peter.
Pete: Why? I hate reports; they will be the death of me.
Me: Just a little bit dramatic?
Pete: No, I’m not being dramatic at all; it might actually kill me, and then you’ll all feel bad for mocking me.
I burst out laughing as I type out a reply.
Me: Okay, my super dramatic bestie, I promise I will announce to everyone how bad I feel if you do die from doing paperwork.
Peter: Thank you, that’s all I ask. Now stop messaging me. I’m working.
I once again burst out laughing at his message, and I have to admit that it was a nice break from writing the report. I do what he’s asked though. Otherwise, this conversation could end up going on for a really long time, and I just want to get the report done.
About ten minutes later, my phone goes off again, and I chuckle, thinking that it’s Pete complaining again. It is someone complaining but not Pete this time, although the message is just as amusing as Pete’s was.
Jynx: How do you do this after every job? It’s like being in school, except there’s no way for me to cheat! Mase and Rip won’t let me copy, and Mal has tried everything to help convince them to help us now, and it’s not working. This is why I couldn’t do what you do, the paperwork. It’s like a form of torture.
Me: Hello to you too, my second dramatic bestie.
Jynx: Pete already messaged you, huh? Seriously though, I’d tell you anything you wanted to know if it meant I didn’t have to do paperwork.
Me: Lol, that really is dramatic. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can chill out for the rest of the day.
Jynx: Yes, mom.
I laugh, as I can practically see her rolling her eyes at me while she curses that I’m no help at all. I really need to get this done; with all of the interruptions, I’m not going to get it written up before dinner at this rate. Thankfully, all of the text messages stop after that, and I figure either Jynx has taken my advice or she’s gotten her way with one of her men, and they’ve let her copy it.
I’ve nearly finished with the first draft, which means I’m still not finished when my phone rings.
Figuring it’s one of my two besties, I answer it without looking and say, “I know writing reports is boring as hell, but it really is necessary to do, so yes, you have to do it, and no, I can't do it for you.”
A vaguely familiar laugh comes from the other end of the phone as Rylie replies, “Jynx isn’t too keen on writing the reports then.”
“Is anyone?” I reply with a chuckle and then add, “But no, she’s trying to convince Mase or Rip to help her, and it’s not going well.”
“I bet,” she agrees. “Also, how weird is it that we all know each other?”
