The morning

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“Alright, Boss. Everything will be in your hands by early morning. However, do I need to throw the girl out of your room?” Gary asked with a stud tone as if he was getting a mission and probably would not be stayed still until the aim was chased.

Joshua sipped the whisky from the glass but it didn’t go down to his throat because he paused with Gary’s question with the thought, “did he really want to throw the girl out of this room?”

“No,” the reply came immediately with little travail in the tone but mild to be caught. If the opposite person was not quite introduced to learning words, then he would have gone to the shore and water washed them already. As a person like Gary, he cared less about the depth of words while his power was the fist.

Artin drew his brows together and wondered if he would respond to the boss, who was in a deep muddle, to what he should have responded to Gary’s statement. Should he carry the smug and rough nature or share the trouble with them?

Gary was