I threw my coat onto the chair, noting and quickly ignoring I had thrown it with such force, it had slid off the chair and was hiding in a crumpled heap just beyond it. Sometimes I enjoy my work. Sometimes I hate my work. And sometimes my work just gets on my damn nerves. I loosened my tie, removed it, and threw that over my shoulder as well.
My reflection in the hallway mirror brought me to a stop. God damn, I’m a good looking man. I can’t let work get to me. All this stress will ruin my good looks. Although, it does make for a tight ass. Yea, baby.
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