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“Okay, so, we need a plan,” Victoria breathed, “First, you should probably call in sick to my job tomorrow.”
“And you should call in sick to mine,” Gavin added.
“But you don’t get paid if you don’t show up; we need the money.”
“So, are you saying you think you can do my job, but I can’t do yours?”
“Gavin, come on, you work in a warehouse. All you need to do your job are muscles. And right now your muscles are mine. I’m a lawyer! I had to go to law school for years, pass the bar...”
“My job’s not as easy as you think!”
“Okay, okay...” Victoria sighed, not wanting to get caught up on petty things.
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