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Mercedes Money | Part Seventeen

I’m standing outside of Scarlett’s office contemplating a reason to knock on the door. It’s fifteen minutes past two, most of the new hires have made their way through the show floor, finished their last cigarette and driven off the lot. April is still here and just passed me on the way to the restroom. She exudes this cotton candy …

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Mercedes Money | Part Sixteen

I hope there isn’t a mandatory orientation test we have to take, because I didn’t retain a thing from that video. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re trying to not think about the woman next to you treating your body like an ice cream cone. It’s even worse when you accidentally whack yourself in the balls when moving in your …