06-18-2018, 02:12 PM
“[color=black]Your contribution to my research has made several people happy. I hope you’re recording these sessions as volunteer hours.” Radeken placed a hand over her heart, tucking her earnings back into her wallet. “[color=black]Hiiii, Coop.” She crooned lazily, scratching her neck and then taking a sip from the mug on her desk. It was very stupid for her to flaunt drug money in front of someone like him but officially speaking, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Even if nearly everyone who knew her had at least half an idea of what she was up to off the record.