Semi Sweet

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Grey's Pov:

As I walk into my office, meticulously trying to tie my tie, I couldn't help but grin at the scene playing out in front of me.

Cruz was standing in front of my big TV with a Wii remote in his hand, captured in a game of golf, as if he was playing with Tiger Woods.

With a shake of my head, I couldn't help but admire his ability to maintain his composure while indulging in something so very fucking childish like a video game.

After all, we were mere moments away from a crucial meeting that could potentially make or break a major deal for my company.

"Hey, your dad's old paisley tie. Mojo's not gonna know what hit them," Cruz looked up from his game, a sheepish grin on his face as he suddenly spoke up from behind me.

"Why?" I grumbled, confused.

"You only wear that tie when you're about to pounce on new prey," he replied chuckle, his eyes still fixed on the screen as he lined up his next shot.

I just scoff. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his response.

"A quick takeover before breakfast gives me a healthy appetite," I quipped, my tone laced in amusement as I adjusted my tie for the umpteenth time.

Cruz glanced up from the game, a grin spreading across his face as he "expertly" swung the Wii remote, sending his virtual ball flying a few feet infront of him on the screen.

"Wow, that was a nice one," he smiles at himself proudly.

With a final tug on my tie, I turned away from the mirror, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. Despite the unconventional pre-meeting antics unfolding around me, I know that Cruz has my back. I put on my jacket before turning around.

"Wait downstairs. I'll pick you up with the Ferrari." I say as I straighten out my jacket.

"The Ferrari?" Cruz asks confused as he paused his game.

"Yes, fucknut. Tuesdays and Thursdays are Ferrari days. For the rest, we use the Porsche," I tell him. He should know this already.

"You're like a girl with matching earrings," Cruz smiles at me with a wink as he also straightens out his tie.

I grab my suitcase from my desk as I made my way to the door.

I pat him on his shoulder. Before I could say anything further, Cruz took a swing and I couldn't resist complimenting his golf skills.

"Yeah, well you swing like a girl," I said, unable to resist making fun of his less-than-impressive virtual golf skills.

For a moment there was silence as Cruz froze mid-swing, his eyes widening in surprise at my comment. I did the fuck not regret it.

"You ... you ... you walk like a girl," He tries to think of an insult as he follows me.