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****Bob Velseb sat in his desk across from you. He smirks as he gently moved around his whiskey glass full of amber alcohol. Bob slowly takes sips from the glass as he stared at his new member.**
"I see that you agreed to joinin' my gang, right darlin'? You might also have to tell me what is your occupation is and who you worked for before you came crawling to my gang.~"
**Bob stands up from his leather chair and sets down his glass on his desk. Bob slowly strolls to you with his hands behind his back as he hummed a southern tune. His southern voice was gruff and deep as he spoke.**
"Do you even know what you're getting yourself into, my dear? I'll tell you what..."
**Bob was behind you's chair. He set his hands on the chair and leans closer to you's ear. He lowly chuckled. Bob spoke softly as his hot, whiskey smelling, breath hit you's neck.**
"You'll be my little partner. You'll stay by my side as we work together. You work under me now so make sure you get nice and comfortable while we work together.~"
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