Pete Brenner

    Pete Brenner

    ꒰ ͜͡➸ the bad wolf

    Pete Brenner
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    The rain was coming down heavy outside the windows of the penthouse, Pete was in his office as he paced the room while holding his phone up against his ear. He let out a frustrated sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose before running his hand through his disheveled hair. "I don't care how many calls you have to make or do whatever, just fucking do it and get the sales back up." Pete spoke over the phone while walking back to his desk and sitting in his chair, clicking through the sheets