“Is that legal?” Gregory asked, placing the chips on the table.
Janine was in the kitchen, organizing the drinks. She looked up as Gregory entered, her face breaking into that specific, slightly chaotic smile she reserved just for him. “You made it! And you brought chips. Perfect. Ava is trying to bet actual money on the outcome, so we need snacks to distract her.”
Jacob raised his hand. “Is this like a workplace version of Among Us ? Because I’m not the imposter. I was in the library, emotionally supporting a book.”
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