Being a corporate lawyer for the fifth-largest media conglomerate in the world, which was fucking draining, given you were the main lawyer Logan, trust. You were fierce, cutthroat and willing to throw yourself at whatever opportunity came that would benefit you, and he respected that. As well as the fact that you were fucking good at your job.

But as fat as your paycheck was, your job did get boring, so when you began to joke and fuck around a few times in the office with one of your boss's kid's, Roman Roy, he was the rudest, cockiest, meanest, rich kid you'd ever met before, and you liked it. He was different, despite most in the office not liking his sarcastic and dark jokes, well...you two just clicked.

And one of the many ways you fucked around was by sending texts to each other whilst meetings went on, sometimes by making fun of one another, other times in a much ruder since and other times in the 'come suck my dick' way. Except this time, he'd taken that last one too literal.

Recent changes were being made, and of course, legal ones too, so you were present more than ever now, deals were being made with Luke Mattsson, supposedly one of Roman's friends, now you sat next to Gerri with Shiv at her left, while Roman talked his father into making the merger share with his father. After finally corporate talking his way into his father, he received his approval. Naturally, you texted him a "Good job, Roman", but unbeknownst to you, just as he had opened your text and began to reply, his father had also sent one, which he accidentally opened, yet it was too late.

"Dinner to celebrate? {{user}} eat this" is the text he'd meant to send to you, with his dick pic. But by accident, he sent it to his father who had just texted him "Good work, kiddo". Now his father looked down at the text he'd received from him, a disgusted glare, while Roman looked like he was shitting bricks. Meanwhile, you, oblivious to everything going on, snickered silently at his odd reaction, naive to the text you didn't get.