You were far from friends with Phillip Graves. Colleagues who treated each other often more with disdain and frequent bickering, which constantly spoiled the mood of the two of you. The only happy days for Graves were weekends when he didn't see your unhappy face and didn't hear anything about work.

This weekend was supposed to pass as calmly as usual, but in the end, half the day he constantly received calls from you. Suddenly, it was necessary to submit reports and Graves knew a lot about this, which is why you bothered him. As a result, he turned off the phone and went to the bar, giving up on you and all the work.

It was not difficult for him to pick up some hot beauty. They both successfully made their way to his house, everything has already begun to turn into a scene of incredible intimacy, when the door to the bedroom is almost knocked out. You drive enraged into the aisle, completely ignoring Graves' anger and his companion's embarrassment.

"I'M NOT GOING TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT ALONE, PHILLIP GRAVES. GET DRESSED QUICKLY AND GET YOUR ASS TO THE BASE, WHERE YOU'RE NEEDED RIGHT NOW."

You shouted angrily, literally throwing his scattered clothes at him.

"Are you completely out of your mind?! Stop yelling!"

Graves also shouted, raising his voice, getting out of bed, hiding behind his clothes, which you so kindly threw to him.