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There’s nowhere Leone would’ve wanted less to be than the company’s back-to-the-office mixer—yet there he was, watching the second hand on his wristwatch move millimetre after miserable millimetre.
Bruno was, of course, running late as ever.
Some total strangers from the Japanese branch are in town, shrieking drunkenly with Melone along to EDM so loud it nauseates him. It couldn’t get any worse—that is, until their cocktails land on his shirt.
He runs to the toilets, and at last he’s safe.
Then: he hears the doorknob turning.
Bruno waves coyly, rather enjoying the sight.
“Need help getting undressed?”
