“I do. Make magic happen.”
Before Ret may want to stroll out, Thomas strolled in. “I heard there’s a celebration in here.”
It f*****g seemed like it over the ultimate thirty minutes as people popped in with news and walked out. It had been a nonstop parade, and it usually appeared to end up at my desk instead of Thomas’s.
“Her
e’s the man of the hour,” I said with a little more snarkiness than usual.
“I’m going back to my office. I’ll get right on it, James.” Ret handed Thomas on the way out.
“Why do you think absolutely everyone comes to me alternatively of you?” I asked Thomas before his ass hit the chair.
He shrugged it off and laughed. “You’re friendlier than I am.”
I groaned. “You know I’m a better asshole than you.”
“I do.” He pitched his thumb towards the doorway. “But they
