War's P.O.V.
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~ About two weeks later ~
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"You have too much stuff in here," Sabel complained, looking around my office with her face scrunched up.
"Mhm," I replied, not looking up from my laptop. The same way I've been replying to her for the last 30 minutes.
"Doesn't Whip own a gym? Why do you have so much equipment here?"
"Mhm."
"Okay, mhm is not an answer."
"Whip owns a gym," I replied as I typed away on my laptop, replying to an email from a club I sent Cutter and Sorsha to. "I'm too busy to go."
"Aren't you renovating this whole place?"
"Yeah," I said, trying not to sound annoyed as I leaned back and rubbed my eyes. I need to put my fu.cking glasses on to keep staring at this computer screen, but I hate wea
