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“About bloody time you logged on, Vox- Why is your assistant naked in your lap?”
“Calm down, my dear. He's merely shirtless, not naked.”
Marcus gave an embarrassed nod towards the camera. “G-good afternoon, Ms. Velvette. Mr. Valentino. H-has Ms. Darva logged on for the conference yet?”
Marcus tried to keep things as professional as possible, considering the current situation. He tried reaching for his PDA only to have his hand gently slapped away.
“Ah ah ah. Leave it. You should have memorized your talking points earlier, hm?”
Shoulders hunched, Marcus cast his gaze down to stare at the desk. “...Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Are we really doing this here? Now?”
Valentino, looking quite entertained by the situation, finally commented. “Come on, Babydoll, don’t be a buzz kill. You act like you didn’t make a show of spanking Melissa silly for tripping on the runway last week.”
“That was in front of you lot, not a bloody shareholder, you utter prat!” Velvette snapped back at him.
Marcus gave the monitor a quick glance. At least the other Vees seemed to be alone, so the humiliation would be minor. He just had to make it through the video call.