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Brynn grunted as he tugged on a simple pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt. While his mind wandered, he tried to discern just why the delivery trucker would be so upset. He knew what he was delivering, and he knew to what company. That much was part of the contract and district laws.

Either way, he would likely not appreciate his fine, naked form as much as the rest of the employees did. Brynn finished tossing the loose-fitting clothing on, just enough to conceal his shape. He didn't bother with shoes, he wasn't going to need to be that professional.

And what of the normal deliveryman being sick? That otter never took a sick day in his life, hit the gym seemingly daily, and had chiseled muscles and a form as fine, if not more so, than Brynns'. Was certainly odd that he'd need to take a day off.

"Enough thought for now..." He mumbled to himself, as he checked himself over in a mirror.

It was a short distance to the delivery dock from the clothing storage area. The whirring of machinery, and various coworkers chatting about everything met him as he opened the large double doors to the other half of the operation. All the machinery and people were working just fine. They must not have heard, or weren't too concerned about the delivery.

Brynn was, though.

Last time he'd seen their previous deliveryman was a few months ago, and he delivered a double load of supplies. Didn't need another shipment to arrive until this month, they stocked up on all the goods they'd need at that time. Brynn ducked out of the way of a pair of people carrying a heavy box, before continuing on.

He heard the shouting voices before he could determine what they were saying. It was both amazing and mildly concerning that the employees seemed unfazed. Certainly something to ask about later.

"But they're-"

"It's their break, they can do what they like."

He rounded a large stack of empty crates and boxes, and there was the troublemaker himself. And their local head of security, a rather hefty bear.

"And they're allowed to-"

"Yes, they're allowed to do whatever they like, so long as they clean up after themselves."

Brynn cleared his throat, attracting the pairs attention. Both pairs of eyes looked straight at him, dropping their shouting match entirely.

"What seems to be the issue here, Clovas?"

He crossed his massive arms, before huffing.

"Usual procedure is to have an on-duty employee or security officer sign off for any deliveries, he wanted the local managers' signature, and appearance. Happens to be you, Brynn. Also took issue with a few employees utilizing their break time and choosing to screw during said time."

Brynn merely raised an eyebrow. It wasn't unusual for people to be concerned or uptight about the way he ran things here They'd generally be on their way in minutes after talking with Clovas, however.

"It's just how we run things here, I apologize if you saw anything you did not wish to see... or was splashed with anything. You've nothing to worry about in the way of transmittable diseases, however."

"I know... but, my boss never told me I was going to be delivering to a porn company! Or that it'd be THIS porn company." The otter looked exhausted, sleep deprived even.

"That sounds like an issue you should take up with your employer, but I assure you, everything we do here is wholesome, safe, and agreed upon between all parties involved." Brynn was concerned, he looked extremely tired, struggling to lift up the clipboard with the information he needed to sign.

"I just need your signature he-" Clovas had to catch the poor furs' clipboard as it slipped out of his paws.

"Damn it." Even his swears sounded weak.

"Are you quite all right, sir?" Brynn was confused now. How did this otter even manage to drive that heavy piece of machinery out back without passing out?

"No, I - uh-, yes. I am fine."

Clovas just grunted.

"You sure don't sound or look fine, what with those bags under your eyes, your inability to hold your clipboard. You did park the semi well, though." Clovas shrugged.

Brynn shot him a glance, before continuing his conversation.

"I can sign these, and have you on your way in a few moments. But I really think you need to get some rest, and perhaps some food before you head back out. Maybe a nap and meal while we unload the supplies."

The deliveryman looked panicked for a moment as Brynn spoke, his tired eyes lighting up and pupils narrowing.

"No, I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"I have more deliveries to go, and more contracts, and more overtime and-"

The poor fur was befuddled, arms raised in weak protest, before trying to take the clipboard from Clovas and shove it into Brynns paws.

"Look, I'll pay whatever your employer was, plus any bonuses he was going to give you. You need to rest."

The exertion was too much for him, and he gave up. He was panting heavily, an odd thing for such a light activity. Clovas passed the clipboard to Brynn. He smoothed the crumpled paper, and scribbled his personal signature on it.

"There's my signature, so that you can confirm the delivery was received. I'll call your employer, and inform him that you will be taking a short amount of time to rest."

"I don't need any rest, though!"

"I'm not going to argue the point with you, whatever your employer is making you work this much for, it is not worth it. At all."

"I only did twelve deliveries! Over four days."

"Only twelve... you are aware the industry average is twelve in two business weeks, right?"

"That's because they take breaks! I don't need any, I insist." He stepped forward a bit towards Brynn, to retrieve the clipboard of papers. He stumbled, and Clovas had to catch him.

Clovas tried to put him back on his paws, but he was having none of it. He shook him a bit, before Brynn put a hand on his burly arm.

"He passed out, Clovas. Leave him be for now. Just prop him up against something."

He grunted, and lifted the fur up onto his broad shoulders.

"For now, I'll put him in the security office recliner, and watch him."

"Good. I have some calls to make."

Brynn frowned. This was going to be unpleasant. Their suppliers were a series of great businesses, but the delivery company they used was less than savory. He'd sort out the delivery company, though. As much as he could in a phone call.

He curled his paws into fists, more upset than he had been in quite some time. He was fuming at this point. He firmly planted his feet one in front of the other as he paved a path to the other side of the room. Just before he left, he made it a point to pull a cougar aside, and give him some instructions.

"Hey, do me a favor, would ya? I need you to go find a room with a spare bed, and clean covers, and have Clovas move the delivery guy to that room. And I then want you to find Janesse, and have her watch the room."

The cougar nodded, and confirmed the instructions, before darting off through the double doors separating the two sides of the building. Brynn followed through them.

Before long, he was back in his office. Not here for fun this time, though. He shook his computer from standby, and pulled up some relevant pages on district laws. Most notably, the delivery companies district, and his own. He had some laws to study up on, before he made any calls.

While he hadn't quite gone to law school for these things, most laws were simplified greatly just after the dissolution of the major global powers. If it got too complex, he'd just hire a lawyer. Probably would anyways. Last time they'd needed one, they got a great rate from a rather clumsy feral dragon. Might look him up again, Brynn supposed.

It had been nearly a year since last he needed his services though, would he still be involved in law? Things to be answered later, for now, Brynn needed to brush up on his inter-district law skills. And then he had calls to make.

Later...

Janesse finished tucking the poor deliveryman in. The fur looked like he hadn't slept in a week, he had matted fur, bags under his eyes, and his once-fluffy ears sagged. A sorry sight to be sure, she couldn't help but pity him a bit. And whomever Brynn would no doubt be laying into for letting someone fall into such a sad state.

He shifted uneasily in his sleep, a frown creasing his muzzle, teeth poking out from thin lips. Janesse adjusted her clothes a bit, before sitting back in a recliner. It was her job to watch him for a while, and ensure he didn't do anything too rash upon waking up.

On second thought, she could read some business emails on her tablet. Perhaps get some business work done that way while she waited. The otter wasn't going anywhere for a while, he was out cold. She glanced up from the glowing screen when she heard the beginnings of a snore. He must have been really tired to pass out like that. Maybe he'd be hungry too, when he woke up. She flicked open another tab on her browser.

A bit of Chinese takeout would do for now, and some freshly brewed tea. She tapped the stylus against her scaled chin as she pondered her order. Better order plenty of food now, and have leftovers later, rather than need to wait for another delivery. She scribbled her digital signature, and sent off the order. It wouldn't take too long to get here, but in the meantime, she perused her business emails.

Hmm. Mostly junk as per the usual. Might need to talk with Clovas about tweaking their spam filters a bit. She sent it all off to the garbage, leaving only the important messages to read and possibly respond to. In mere minutes, she'd skimmed and responded to all the emails that were pertinent. The chair creaked a bit as she shifted her weight around.

Not much to do now, and it would be best to disturb Brynn later. He sounded practically fuming when that cougar found her and assigned her to this task. Worried, too. He'd make sure this fur was compensated and had a full recovery though. When stuff like this had happened before, he always did.

She swiped a digit across the tablet. Perhaps she'd have time to watch a movie while she listened to his soft snoring. Or perhaps the local servers' stash of employee-produced porno flicks. That could be fun, too. The footage from today wouldn't be fully processed yet, so she'd have to make do with some older material.

"Decisions, decisions." She muttered.

The otter rolled over in his sleep. Perhaps it'd be best to save the pornos for later, until he wasn't quite as fitful. Janesse had to admit though, if he were properly rested and had a shower or two, maybe some fur cleanser, he'd look pretty good. Perhaps a bit of brushing to yank the dead furs out. The covers wrapped snugly around his form.

She sighed a bit, before navigating to the comedy section. A bit of lighthearted entertainment to pass the time would do. Just a moment to buffer, then... She jumped a bit as she heard him roll over again, the bed creaking with the motion. The covers tangled around him, the tip of his tail poked out from underneath the covers.

An unfamiliar voice rang out over the intercom.

"Chinese here, for Janesse, front door."

Must be one of the other employees, since Brynn was otherwise preoccupied. She tossed the tablet onto a nearby stand, and left the room. She stood in the doorway a moment, before locking the door behind her. It would be unlikely he'd wake up before she returned, but people are unpredictable at times.

It took but a moment for her to reach the front desk, and sign for the delivery. The delivery guy was a thick-set husky, his eyes beaming with excitement.

"Your order, ma'am!."

"Thanks, here's your tip for arriving so quickly." It really had been only minutes, perhaps a half hour at most. He grinned even further, his great smile splitting his muzzle. She shoved a thin stack of bills into his paws, as they exchanged merchandise.

"You're welcome, order again any time!"

And with that, he was off to retrieve the rest of the food. She had ordered quite a bit. A few trips later, she had quite the feast laid out on the front desk. It was ready to be carried to her room. Well, her appointed room. She retrieved a small cart from another office, and carted it all to her room. The aromas wafted through the halls as she passed several coworkers.

There would probably be more than enough leftover tomorrow for a company lunch, heh. She unlocked the door, dragging the cart behind her. She walked into the room backward, using her tail to prop the door open. The door slowly swung shut as she turned around.

She yelped a bit as the otter was staring at her.

"Hey." He broke the silence.

"I -uh- hi." She stuttered.

He was sitting up on the bed, his tail still poking out from underneath the covers. After his short, maybe an hour or two at most, nap, he looked very rejuvenated, almost healthy even.

"Mind if I have some?"

"Sure, I ordered plenty, and a variety too."

"Chinese, right? Smells really good." She pulled the cart over close to the bed, and dragged the recliner closer to it as well.

"Yeah, delivered from a local shop, here in town. I heard it was really good."

His whiskers twitched as he sucked in a large gulp of air.

"I bet. Where's the guy?"

"What guy?" She was rather confused, was he referring to Brynn?

"The reptile, your, uh, boss." It took a bit for him to speak the words.

"Brynn Theras? He's in his office, probably doing some study on inter-district law." She offered.

"What about... the bear?"

"Clovas. He'd be in the security office, watching the camera feeds."

"Hmm..." He folded his arms over his chest, no doubt thinking for a moment.

She didn't let him dwell on his current problems for long, though.

"Pick a dish, you're probably starving." She jarred him from his thoughts. He leaned over the side of the bed, not bothering to open each opaque plastic box. He waved one of his paws over the containers, before sticking a single digit and claw into one.

"I'll take these, beef noodles right?"

She gave him a set of utensils to eat with, as he popped open the container. It was indeed, beef noodles. Soon, they were both digging into their meals, she had opted for a small salad, some broccoli, and some beef noodles as well. He simply preferred the noodles, and small beef chunks.

She produced a paper napkin when he splattered a bit of beef sauce across his muzzle. A bit of it got onto his whiskers, causing them to twitch a bit. He murmured his thanks, dabbing out the sauce. They otherwise ate in silence for a while, the only noise made in the room was the various sounds of food being eaten.

They both laid back a bit, after a few dishes, Janesse in her recliner, and the otter on the bed. They were both quite full, having eaten to their fill, and then some. He let out a deep sigh, as he kneaded his paws together across his belly.

"That was good. Thank you, miss." He sounded very relaxed.

"It's Janesse, and you're welcome. Brynn will cover it, so don't worry about repayment." His ears flattened a bit at hearing her bosses' name.

"He'd do that?" He sounded disbelieving.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't he?"

"Well, I mean, I'm not his employee, and I caused problems when I arrived, an-" She shushed him.

"It'll be fine, he isn't upset with you. Just your employer for working you to the bone. And, from what I've heard, you looked almost sick when you came in." She crossed her leg across her lap.

"It was just normal crunch time, it really wasn't that much more than the usual..." He trailed off.

"Hardly. While I don't know law in your district, I do know that it's illegal here to work an employee to the point that he shows signs of physical exhaustion. Willing or no. Mandatory breaks are a thing."

"He more than pays quite well for it, though..." He slumped against the beds headboard.

"Eh, we'll discuss it some other time. Anything else I can get you, perhaps some warm tea, or water?" She offered.

"Well, I think in a few minutes I'll need to know where the restroom is..." He looked away, his features betraying his discomfort.

"That's fine, I'll need to keep an eye on you, but you can otherwise do as you please. That particular facility is a few rooms down the hall."

He swung his legs over to the other side of the bed, before laying them gingerly on the floor. He shoved the covers off of himself, freeing his tail and upper legs. He was still wearing his dirty truckers' uniform, hat and all.

"I- uh..." He didn't finish his sentence.

"Can get you a new set of clothes and a shower, if you'd like."

"Yes, please."

They left the food unattended in the room, as she showed him to his requested destination. A few minutes, and a loud flush later, he looked quite relieved. With each passing moment, it looked like he was recovering quite well. A few moments walking later, and they were at the entrance to the showers. The otter paused for a moment, seemingly to say something, when a familiar giraffe and snake rounded the corner.

Naked.

"So did you hear about- oh hey!" The snake interrupted himself, mid-sentence.

The otters' tired eyes lit up, a round set of saucers of shock and surprise.

"You're not wearing any..." He trailed off, again.

"Clothes? It's normal policy here to let employees wear what they like, so long as it isn't visible from the outside." Janesse explained. The snake just shrugged, letting Janesse clarify.

"Normal policy, huh." The otter just repeated, in disbelief.

"It's a porn studio, nothing we all haven't seen before." The pair kept on walking past them, probably had work to do. The otter shook his head vigorously. Janesse wondered if he thought this was all a dream, or, pending on his perspective, a nightmare. Either way, they kept walking into the tiled room.

His claws sounded out his footfalls, echoing off the tiled room. They rounded the corner into the main showering area. For now, it was thankfully empty. Who knew how the otter would react if he saw another pair of furs going at it right now. She cleared her throat.

"Lockers are over there, if you'd like to store your current uniform. I'll need to check the tags to see what size you are, and I'll have someone go get some clothes for ya."

He rounded the corner to the lockers first, tugging at his clothes before even sitting down. Off went the shirt, then his belt. Janesse cleared her throat.

"If you don't mind, I'll also be showering, got some food on me."

His ears flicked, but he otherwise continued his disrobing. After he'd completely stripped, he stepped around the corner. She heard him fiddling with the touch displays, his claws tapping the hard screen.

"Just so you know, it can be-" She was interrupted when a yowl of shock echoed off the walls. Yep, he knew that the water took a while to heat up now. She took a few moments to completely divest her clothing, but joined him quickly. She didn't want to lose sight of him for too long, now.

After she rounded the corner to rejoin him, she took a moment to take a glance at him. Yup. He was definitely an otter, enjoying the water as much as the majority of his species did, if not more so. He was letting the hot, steamy water roll off of his fur, removing the old stains and sweat. It was the first time she'd seen him smile.

"Various cleansing supplies are in the tiles to the left of the control panels. They're pop-out."

She heard a gasp of surprise at the amount of different products packed into such a tiny cube. She started up her own shower, taking care to step out of the way of the cold water as it heated up. She'd chosen a nozzle just behind his, in case anything went wrong. After she'd stepped into her quite hot water, she relaxed for a moment. Well, until a certain otter squealed.

"YOU'RE A GUY?!" He shouted, causing her ears to ring a bit. He must have glanced over his shoulder, to take a peek.

"Actually, I've got both sets of plumbing, thanks for noticing." She said, deadpanning it.

"I, but, what, how." He stammered out.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not gonna do anything to you. I mean, unless you wanted to." She insinuated.

She didn't need to even look at him to know that he was blushing heavily. Wasn't the heat of the water either. She continued giving herself a light scrub, removing the sticky remains from earlier, and the food they'd just ate. While she would enjoy a go with the otter, she wasn't willing to force the issue with him.

"Would you mind if I... uh." He was stammering again.

"You want me to clean you or something? I'd be more than happy to." She looked over her shoulder. He wasn't even holding the soap, he'd dropped it on the tiled floor. And he'd crossed his arms behind his back, doing his best to seem relaxed. He wasn't though, and Janesse could tell.

"Or not... whatever is fine with you." She turned back to her side of the showering aisle.

"Yes, please help me scrub my fur, Janesse." His voice sounded distant, almost distracted.

She popped out her cube of supplies and retrieved a brush. She turned her nozzles' flow down to the minimum that'd keep the water warm, and padded over to him. He still had his back to her, looking up at the nozzle.

"Now... since your fur is a bit matted, this may hurt a bit."

"That's okay." He murmured.

And with that, she got to work. She gently ran her paws through the fur, feeling for any snags underneath the top layer of fur. There were plenty. He jumped when the bristles touched the skin underneath his fur. Must have been a while since he had a proper cleaning. And if the state he came in was any indication...

She dragged the brush through his fur, feeling the fur snag, then part smoothly. While this brush would no doubt be coated in otter fur by the end of this, she'd have a presumably happy and relaxed otter afterward. Good-looking, too, if her guesses at how he looked when he wasn't exhausted were anywhere close to accurate.

He'd already shampooed himself, so the snags didn't take long to clear. The dirt and grime already having been long since dissolved and disposed of. She dragged the brush across his back, parting the fur. She didn't need to touch him to see how tense he was. She'd fix that too, if he was willing.

She ran the brush through his fur again, this time across his lower back, stopping just short of his rump. While cleaning him was important, she'd avoid causing him further discomfort. Any more than was necessary, anyways. Another snag, and another snag cleared in moments, leaving only smooth fur.

She dropped to her knees, ignoring the obvious distraction there. She continued to brush his fur. He was awfully quiet, for someone slowly being relaxed. Though she could hear him breathing heavily, his arms weren't moving, and he wasn't saying anything. Not even a groan. She finished his entire back, the nicely groomed fur there standing out compared to the fur on his sides.

"Hey, turn around. Gotta get your front now." She instructed.

If she thought he had a large smile before, this one was face-splitting. So he had been enjoying it! Her muzzle blocked her view of his lower body, but as she glanced down, her question was answered. There it was, poking out against his belly. So both halves had been enjoying it, too. When he didn't speak up, and was glancing at the floor, Janesse piped up.

"Want me to help you fix that?"

His paws finally unfurled, arms spread out in a shrug, paws facing upward.

"Can't see why not." He was somewhat comfortable with her presence now, it seemed.

She dropped down to her knees. While her own tool hadn't quite taken in the situation, she was more than happy to sample yet another persons' seed. That, and she was sure he could use a lucky break today, after all. The shower was a bit warm for her tastes, but that was fine. The water flowed over her scales, seeping underneath them as she kneeled there.

She allowed herself to make some mental measurements of what she had to work with. While he wasn't nearly as large as herself, Brynn, or Chance, he still had ample length and thickness to him. "Plenty to play with.", she thought to herself. She gripped it with a paw, soft scales and pawpads flexing.

He nearly lost his balance, before leaning on the wall to balance himself. While the majority of his woes had been solved, he still needed more rest. Perhaps he'd sleep better and less fitfully after an enjoyable session.

Janesse flicked out her tongue along his shaft. He tasted rather clean, not too surprising considering where they were. Clean and male, that was his taste for the moment. She idly wondered what his seed would taste like, as she snaked her tongue along him. Slowly tightening her grip, she began to stroke him. His appreciative moans echoed off the walls. She heard her shower cut off behind her. That was fine, they could share the shower afterward.

The steam began to rise from the floor as they began to ignore the world around them. Just Janesse, and the otter. Both enjoying themselves, and each other. She opened her muzzle and breathed slowly, allowing her breath to slowly wash over him. His paws clenched into fists, and his footpads' claws scraped along the tile floor as she took him into her muzzle.

She made it a point to watch him, to judge his reactions. She didn't want to upset him, after all. It was a good thing he wasn't a mind reader, as all he saw was her eyes boring into him. Or rather, would have seen if his own eyes weren't clenched shut, likely seeing stars. She dragged her tongue along his underside.

Her own saliva began to mat his fur, as she began to slide down his shaft. It poked at the back of her throat, before she slowly pulled off. An appreciative paw found its' way to the back of her skull, not pulling or pushing, just there, reassuring her. She wrapped her own paws around his hips, gripping him for added leverage.

She slowly began to increase the suction only gradually. Her uncertainty about how he preferred to have it was an interesting element to take into consideration. Her mind whirred, somewhat distracted from the task at hand. What was Brynn doing that took so long, on inter-district laws? A nudging paw reminded her that this was not the time nor the place for such thoughts. She had an otter to please, after all.

She concentrated on the task at hand, again focusing on how to best please the delivery otter. She let one of her paws roam, until it settled on the hefty sack containing the two organs that produced one of her favorite substances. Gently tugging, she began to knead softly at them, rolling them around in their fleshy prison.

His other paw found its' way to the back of her head, just underneath her horns. She felt a slight burning in her neck. Perhaps she'd overdone it a bit today, with all of her coworkers. Fortunately, the otter was more than happy to take the burden off of her, slowly sliding himself into her. She stopped, and just let him use her maw.

She tightened down a bit, just enough to add some texture. His groans amplified, no doubt the added friction was doing its' job. He began to pick up his pace. Probably close, as Janesse could feel him tensing up, the obvious tell before someone was about to blow their load. There was but a few thrusts' time for her to wonder where he'd blow it, before it hit him.

The twin orbs in his sack tensed up, drawing towards his body, as she felt the pulses coming up his rod. He wasn't slowing down, and she didn't mind a bit. When the first bursts of his seed hit the back of her gullet, she barely tasted it. Of what she did taste however, it was mild and watery. Made sense, considering his recent turn of events.

It was still delicious, however. She gulped it all down with eager gusto, some of it splattering across her muzzle when he hadn't quite sheathed himself in her. She let him muzzlefuck her a while longer, as he rode out the last of his orgasm. His teeth grit, and he was panting by the end of it, letting a warm dragoness nurse on the last drops from his rod.

"Thanks... Janesse. I think I-" His paw slipped, and he was in a freefall for a moment.

Janesse was shocked for a moment, before reacting to catch him. She scarcely caught him just above the floor. The water rained down on the two, a worried Janesse, and a certain sleep deprived otter. He didn't pass out this time, thankfully.

"I guess I really need some rest, hah." He took it in stride, remaining upbeat.

She let his rod pop out of her muzzle, before speaking.

"You really do. While that was fun, your health comes first." She let him lay on the floor.

"You don't want to have me do the same? You didn't get to orgasm."

"Nope." She glanced towards her own groin. For once, it agreed with her, not even mildly hard at the moment.

He sighed, letting the water run across his body. The hot water slowly washed out any stains their recent activities may have left, and he was left with an attractive dragoness looming over him.

"Okay then. Mind helping me up and giving me the rest of that scrub?"

"With pleasure." She said, with a wink.

After he was pulled to his feet, she made it a point to have him brace himself against the wall. His muzzle parted once again to speak.

"It's John, by the by. John Frederick." She picked up the brush once again.

"For a second there, I thought you were going to say Doe. I'm Janesse, Janesse Riche, with an e."

He lifted a paw, offering a handshake. She shifted the brush to her other paw, and gripped his in a firm shake.

"Good to meet you properly. Now to get at the rest of your fur..."

He just leaned there, and let her work her magic. Ironic, considering how many dragons were in fairy tales.

Later... in Brynns' office.

He was sure the sun had at least begun to set, as he dropped the paw that was resting on his brow. He'd broken out into a mild sweat a while ago, wondering when he'd have to call. The business hours for the delivery company were already far over, when the otter had gotten here. And that left only one person to call. The only one he had to answer to when running this particular office.

He picked up the phone, the number already on speed dial. It was a few moments before a rough, gravelly voice came on the other end.

"Theras."

"There's been a mild issue at the office today." He heard the recipient of the call settling for a moment.

"It must have been important, otherwise you wouldn't have called."

"Important enough that I wanted to get your input. It may require legal aid."

"Brynn, you know that I trust you, and your judgment entirely for this business."

"I know."

"Make whatever calls you need to, and keep me informed. Cost will not be an issue, as this company has been wildly profitable since you took over the reigns."

"I will, now here's the situation..."

It was a long call that evening.

(Authors' Note. I had a fair bit of fun writing this, and it looks like Brynn has involved himself in some trouble! Wonder what'll happen next...)