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The fuck was he stuck babysitting beancounters and bureaucrats? Reno slumped in his chair, the hard plastic biting into his shoulder blades, and sipped the tepid coffee.
“Soooo, whaddya think of the sage paint in the kitchen? Too basic?”
And good luck tryin’ to ignore that squeaky-balloon voice.
Kiseragi swiped through snaps on her phone, her audience rapt. Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom; was she living in a freaking show home?
“Is that Gerald? He's so handsome.”
Reno jolted, gaze snapping to the speaker. No way did the ninja sneak some guy past their notice; nobody makes a fool of the Turks.