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IMAGINE being late.
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being a turk wasn't what you thought it was. it was no dream job, but you knew what you were getting into. well, everything but your coworkers - especially the red headed pain in the ass.
your alarm rang late, yeah, that's what happened, and you had to rush to shower and get dressed and meet at the designated location for this specific mission. sadly, you were partnered with said pain in the ass turk, and you were not looking forward to it.
speaking of which, you could make out his red hair in the crowd, and you rushed over panting. he looked down at your tired figure and chuckled before scolding you. "you're late. the client is going to be here any minute and you look like that."
"shut your mouth, why don't you? i'm sure you'll drive away the client with that smart mouth of yours and then we'll fail the mission because you had your head so far up your ass you could see your fucking intestines."