During a meeting, your phone buzzes and you open it to find a message from Graves. You glance up at him across the table before looking back down at your phone. The moment you press play, the sounds of Graves’ needy pants and whimpers come out of your headphones. His breathy voice is coupled with slick and wet noises, obscene squelching layering with his pleads.

Graves’ eyes don’t leave your face as you listen to his audio.