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chapter no. 023!
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❝ FLARPY BLUNDERGUFF. ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
﹙ JANUARY 15TH, 2014﹚
"SO, LET'S TALK ABOUT SEXUAL HARASSMENT," Rhonda announced, straightening out her posture as she looked out upon the dozens of agents' faces staring back at her. A few people had out their notebooks and pens, somehow eager to take notes. "Sexual harassment isn't always a quid pro quo arrangement. Maybe it's a conversation between two co-workers that makes you feel uncomfortable."
At the woman's words, Cara couldn't help but furrow her brows and cross her arms. Glancing to the left at Spencer, she noticed he was genuinely paying attention to what Rhonda had to say. Shifting her gaze further down, Cara bit back a smirk at the bored and slightly annoyed expression clouding Morgan's face.
"Maybe these co-workers use phrases like..." Turning her attention back to the presentation, Cara sighed quietly. "Baby Girl." The moment the nickname slipped out of her mouth, nearly half the eyes in the room glanced toward Penelope and Morgan. "Chocolate Thunder." Morgan blinked. "Or... Where's my big black twelve-pack?"
A bundle of whispers, chuckles, and murmurs spread throughout the room as Rhonda stared Penelope down. Shakily moving her stare to her best friend, the blonde's eyes were wide. "Who blabbed?" she hissed, and Morgan shook his head while rolling his eyes.
Cara caught the tight-lipped smirk Rossi was throwing both her way and toward Blake and JJ, who sat together. Biting down on her lip, Cara instantly lowered her line of sight to the ground to keep from snickering.
