He watched her size him up, and he swiveled in his chair a little bit. It had a squeak in it, and he exploited it, obnoxiously, for a moment. Turn-squeak. Turn-squeak. Turn-squeak.
"Yeah, you got it. No fucking around. Cleaning, coffee. Phone shit, I guess."
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"Yeah, you got it. No fucking around. Cleaning, coffee. Phone shit, I guess."