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You know what's funny? I made a story awhile ago about Kenma x Reader or whatever, and I didn't know anything about volleyball. Now, I play volleyball, and I'm good at it. Lol.

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"You act like a fucking brat sometimes you know?" Mr. Wolfe asked harshly. "I know." She answered. Her boss let out a frustrated sigh and released his hold on her. A knock came from the door Danielle was pinned to. "Who is it?" Mr. Wolfe asked. "It's me, Sarah......Mr. Wolfe." Sarah said in a soft voice hesitantly. "Say my name. You knew what my name is." Mr. Wolfe demanded. "It's me, Sarah, daddy." She said. Danielle gagged and opened the door. "I can't take anymore of this shit. I'm out." Danielle tried to walk out, but Mr. Wolfe grabbed her arm, pulling her back in.

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Danielle complied, closing the door again. Mr. Wolfe basically tore his lips from Sarah's chest. After fixing up Sarah, Mr. Wolfe sent her out. Then it was just me and Mr. Wolfe. "Talk." He said. Danielle sighed and explained the situation to her boss. "The money isn't coming today because of Hannah. We can expect it tomorrow, but if we pay attention to what they do, there is a twenty percent chance that you would get your money. The group plans on invading their territory, but the only time when no one is looking after the money is when the holder goes on a bathroom break." Danielle explained, leaving out semi-important information. "There's more?" Mr. Wolfe says. It wasn't a question though, he was stating that he knew there was more information. Sighing in defeat, the girl explained. "The only problem that is semi-important is that they have their guard up and basically have eighty-four eyes on us." Danielle said plainly. Mr. Wolfe slammed his fist on his desk, stood up abruptly, and quickly walked to Danielle. He put his hand around her neck and squeezed. Then he leaned into her ear to the point where Danielle could feel his hot breath. "I give you one fucking job, one job, the simplest job. A job I could do myself." Mr. Wolfe whispered. Danielle could tell her was upset, but she was in a mood today. "Then why didn't you?" She asked in her most innocent voice she could muster up. The hold on Danielle's neck tightened to the point where she was getting light-headed.

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Danielle scoffed at her boss's tactless attitude. It had been a moment before Mr. Wolfe spoke again. "Sarah, darling, would you be a dear and fetch me my glasses from the front desk? I must have left it there after our little meeting this morning." Mr. Wolfe asked with a smirk on his face. Sarah blushed but nodded and left, but not before fully making out with her boss. Mr. Wolfe basically ripped off Sarah's shirt and sucked on her chest. Danielle took that as a sign that she was not needed anymore, but as soon as she was about to leave, Mr. Wolfe's voice echoed throughout the room. "Stay."

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Danielle Coopers silently made her way down the hall to her boss's office, her long, curly hair bouncing with every step she took. She had just finished another mission that she was assigned to do. Danielle stopped at her boss's door and knocked a few times. "Come in." A husky voice called from behind the closed door. Danielle opened the door to see her boss feeling up and down their secretary. Danielle had seen this many times before, so has any other co-worker who walked in. The secretary was moaning uncontrollably and was grinding on her boss's crotch. The scene was very lewd, but Danielle didn't give a fuck. "There has been a slight delay with your money, sir. It comes tomorrow because Hannah wouldn't put up a fucking fight." Danielle spat out. Her boss was still messing with the secretary's boobs and didn't blink an eye to what Danielle said. "How's your sister? Adrielle, was her name?" Danielle's boss asked, taking out a cigarette from his back pocket. Miss secretary grabbed his lighter and lit it for him. "Do not mention my sisters name in crisis like this, Maverick." Danielle snapped, with no care that it was her boss she was talking to. After smoking for a few minutes and breathing out smoke, he finally spoke again. "If you are not a slut for me, you do not call me by my first name. It is either sir or Mr. Wolfe. Get that in your thick skull, Ms. Coopers." Mr. Wolfe spoke.

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Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t uploaded in a while. I was kind of busy. Anyways, I was wondering what you guys think of this little description of my upcoming story; The Cup Song:
          
          Every year, the whole state performs a ritual called “The Cup Song”. No one knows why they do it, but never dare to ask. Some people believe it started in the late 1800’s. Others believe it is because other people have not paid their taxes. But no one knows, and if you ask, well, they don’t know what will happen. That’s what encourages them not to ask questions. If you act in defiance of this yearly event, a soldier— who watches over this ritual— will act immediately. The punishment of not participating is death. The law states that: “People who act in defiance of this law will have their heads statued upon a pole, in which will stand tall, warning other participants the result of having disobeyed.” Tens of hundreds of people have their heads statued upon that pole, Logan Prisk— a 16 year old boy who acted against the law— having being one of them. The law also states that: “No matter your age, height, weight, body, voice, and IQ, if you act against this law, your head will be placed on the pole. No excuses or pleads, bribe or blackmail, temptation or good deeds. Death will always be the punishment of your absurd activities.” Maybe one day, someone will be the hero and stop this ritual. Maybe one day, someone will end this severity. Someone, someday, somehow. “I’ve got my ticket for the long way ‘round, two bottle whiskey for the way…”