"My office, now!" Gabe bellowed as he stuck his head in the conference room where I was set up with my laptop, fucking off instead of researching like I was supposed to. It was only a matter of time before I was caught, but didn't expect to be taken down easily.
With a growl I shoved up from my seat and rolled my eyes while stomping behind my boss, trying to keep the attitude to a minimum while in the hallway since everyone could see us.
After his office door closed behind me, Gabe slapped a folder in front of me. "What the hell is this?"
"You know what it is."
"A sorry excuse for research. You turn it in a week late, I expect it to be polished and perfected, not half-ass. Am I clear?"
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