She could hear the groans from the end of the hall. While she knew Andrew wasn't hurt, the sounds indicated otherwise and she jogged to his door.
"What's up, Muffin?"
Andrew snorted in disgust and slammed his hand down on a pile of reports. "I swear they're all illiterate. I can't believe they haven't accidentally poisoned themselves. And this little cow texted her bloody report in."
"Come on," Faith waved a credit card in front of Andrew. "First round's on Giles."
open_on_sunday — challenge #251: round
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