KANE.
As I sit at my work desk, I can't help but think of the brown-haired, blue-eyed beauty who escaped from me the other night. She was stunning; her moans were like music to my ears. She initially seemed like a shy soul, but she quickly showed her true colors once we got inside my bedroom. The images of her naked body begin to fill my mind.
I'm interrupted by a knock on my office door. My dad pops his head inside. "Is now a good time to talk, son?"
I let out a sigh for the twentieth time. "Look, Dad, I've already told you I don't need another assistant. Everyone you've hired has messed up. They forget to put the times on the calendar for meetings, and I've lost count of how many I've missed because of them. Everything has been running fine, and I would like to keep it that way."
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