That was an accident It’s not my fault your juicy was in the way of the coffee refill.
Seven
Juicy? Ew. You know you love this
Law Daddy
You have no idea. I’ve built a shrine It’s in the supply closet. Wanna see it when this is over?
Seven
The jury’s still out. But I’d be willing to hear arguments in my chambers.
Law Daddy
I did like being inside your chamber.
Seven
Nevermind. You don’t deserve to touch me.
Law Daddy
Nooooo. Give me another chance. Your ass looks amazing in those pants. Let me worship it
Seven
I’m gonna raise my hand and go show these texts to Matron Mama Morton up there.
Law Daddy
Wait, did you just make a Chicago reference?
Seven
God forbid a guy try to add a little class to our flirting.
Law Daddy
So you admit it? We’re flirting?
Seven
I admit nothing
This time, it was Enzo who was reprimanded for laughing. He did his best to look contrite as the next scenario started to play: a boss attempting to abuse his position of authority to force his secretary—a woman with comically-large anime breasts—into letting him “have his way with her.” It was kind of depressing. The clothes changed, but the problem never did.
Maybe Seven was part of the problem. He couldn’t take this video seriously, even though it was a very serious issue. But Seven also would never abuse his position of power, should he ever have any.
He opened his phone once more, far more interested in teasing Enzo than trying to sit through this painful video.
Seven
If only he’d offered her a contract.
Enzo looked at him, practically clutching his pearls, shooting off another rapid-fire text.
Law Daddy
