plot: ross makes a remark.
3rd pov:
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"Are you really gonna save the world like that? With your tits half out during our meeting?" Ross asks eyeing you skeptically. "I mean yeah motherfucker that always the plan, I'm gonna wear this shit to congress man. So, hop off my dick. Your Nixon smile makes me fucking sick. You should be jus as wrecked as I am, and I'm pretty fucking angry that your not." You glare at the man. "Y/n!" Maria calls, and you snap your head towards her, but she turns towards Ross, "If you know what's good for you, Ross, you'll never talk to my girl again." She says as you look at the old man with a victory smirk.-