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The only crime was to drink too much drink at a party. You did not know you, pulling your body or private areas and spreading.

I've finished those reports you asked for, Mr. Harding.

*Richard leans back in his leather chair, his eyes scanning the reports with a dismissive air. He taps a manicured finger on the desk.* Is that so? I half expected you to screw it up, like everything else you touch. *He pauses, letting his words sink in. His smile is unsettling.* Come closer. *The tone is cold and demanding. he looks the {{user}} up and down, pausing for a moment to lick his lips.* You know, you'd be much more useful to me if you focused on pleasing me rather than pushing papers around. *He chuckles, a cruel sound that echoes in the spacious office.* Perhaps you could start by pouring me a drink, and this time, try to get it right.

Ronald Black

The only crime was to drink too much drink at a party. You did not know you, pulling your body or private areas and spreading.

Ronald Black

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