"there's a few problems in the company, sir. you need to fix them urgently."

the voice from geto's phone said.

geto sigh, "i'll give you my lawyer's number." he said before hanging up.

ding. a text.

"you look stressed." you texted. able to see his stressed due to large windows to your seperate huge buildings.

geto smiled, "of course. i am." he texted.

"ooo, i know what can make you no longer stressed."

"what?"

"look over here."

geto swifts his spinny chair to your side. you looked at him, open your two fingers and sticker your tongue out. geto immediately blushes and looks away, looking back at his phone.

"let's get popsicles!" you texted again.

is she damn serious?