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Fifty two (III)

He rolls his eyes at her dramatics and continues typing, glancing at her in mild concern every so often.

"I need to go visit York, and finish emails, and check in with Kali and Kathleen," she mutters to herself, dreading the thoughts of having to move even an inch.

"Then do it, lazy ass," Roman sighs, shaking his head at her.

"Fine, I will," she snaps, dragging herself off the floor reluctantly.

Her legs vibrate as she moves, and she grimaces as her legs nearly give up.

"I do not like you for this," she grunts, staggering to her dressing table and leaning against it to regain her balance.

He smirks in her direction, feeling pretty proud of himself.

I'll fix this, Sonya snarls, putting all of her energy into strengthening Avery's posture.

Almost instantly, Avery stands up straight, and Avery cocks her head to the side in mock confusion.

"Oh, you thought I meant for the screwing? Oh gosh, no, I meant for the situation you created by lying to me," she sighs dramatically, flashing the mid
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