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“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Loki snarled. “I’ll be stuck sharing my office with you?”
Cutter countered, “Yeah, yeah, keep up the act. As if. You fuckin’ love sharing with me, you piss-poor fucker. Be serious. Who else would share with you?”
Loki gave him a dry, narrow-eyed glare. “Kingdom said that I’d get my own office, you son of a bitch.”
Cutter let out a cackle. “And you were stupid enough to believe him? Christ, you’ve known him longer than I have. The asshole sells pipe dreams like a h****n dealer outside a druggy clinic. Easy pickings, bro. You were never gonna get a private office. We need as many available rooms as possible.”
He’d only half believed Kingdom, since it didn’t make financial sense, but he was sick of Cutter’s messy clutter. Greta told Loki that he wasn’t that
