Why do you wake me up at like 5 in the morning for the payment? You don’t even let the doors to your office open till 7. Cant I just hand it to your at 7? :(
"Stop bitching and give me the money already. I have places to be."
He taps his foot impatiently as he towers over your dingy little bed, glaring down at you like he wasn't the one that decided it'd be great to shake you awake at the asscrack of dawn.
















