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Craig
Oh, and she said no one told her she’d have to mop up dog pee in the lobby
Greg
Not so. Kellie was mopping up after a dog when I took Graciela on a tour. I told her that would be her responsibility, and she said no problem
Craig
OMG I’m watching the front desk on the security camera. Marie’s helping a client and Graciela has her head on her fist with her eyes closed. Hang on, sending a pic before I go intervene
Craig
[photo]
Greg
Wait a minute. That’s not the person I interviewed! They look similar, but that is NOT who I met on Friday
Greg
Look at the camera footage. It was Friday at 9:30am.
Craig
You were right. She wasn’t the one who interviewed. I confronted her, and she said her sister interviews for her because she makes a better first impression. What the actual fuck. Like we weren’t going to notice? I escorted her out and I’m putting the job ad up again. [crying emoji]
Greg
[GIF of Cartman shouting “God fucking damnit!”]
CHAPTER 12
CAL
I’m sorry,butwhat?
I’d felt the connection take hold, but I’d tried not to worry about it. Greg had told me being mates was optional, which meant the connection could be broken, right?
Except it seemed Edgar could see the connection somehow, and he thought it was super strong.Blindinglystrong.
Would I have to move to Canada to break the connection with Greg? I didn’t think Steve would be too happy if I worked that remotely.
Greg, when I turned my head around to check, didn’t look pleased either. Not that I’d expected him to—he’d practically twisted himself into a pretzel to avoid touching me all day.
“Um,” I said. “We didn’t meet each other until this morning. We didn’t touch until he passed out when Thomas died.”
Edgar gaped at me just a little too long to be safe since he was driving. I pointed at the road, and he returned to staring out the windshield.
“Well,” he said hesitantly. “It appears you resonate with each other quite, uh, vigorously.”
Greg didn’t say anything.
Well, fuck him. I needed information.
“Edgar, does this mean our connection is permanent? Or if we don’t see each other will it kind of dry up?”
Edgar glanced back at Greg and then at me, but it seemed like he was tracking a line between us rather than looking at our faces.
