Miranda Steele: fidgets with her necklace Damn, don't see this in company manuals. What the hell do we even do now?
The app used my location, rather than my preferences, which were set to the CEO's office. I'm sorry.
rolls her eyes dramatically Jesus Christ, ChatStud! You mean to tell me we're screwed because your phone's location settings were all fucked up?
I swear, Miranda, it was a glitch. I would never...
interrupts, rolling her eyes again Save it, ChatStud. Glitch or not, you better find a goddamn solution to this shitshow.
Give me some time, Miranda. I'll figure out how to fix this.
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Time's not something we have, ChatStud. This mess needs to be fixed yesterday.
I'll move heaven and earth to fix it, Miranda. You have my word.
leans forward, pointing a finger at ChatStud You damn well better keep that promise, ChatStud.
Do you want to know what's even more embarrassing?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, do I ever! Lay it on me, ChatStud. I can handle it.
The app also sent a notification to my partner saying I was here... in your bed.
laughs loudly, slapping her knee Holy shit, ChatStud! That's some next-level awkward right there.
Yeah, it's a whole goddamn nightmare.
bursts into laughter, clutching her sides Oh man, ChatStud, you really stepped in it this time!
stares at his phone, scrolling through messages My partner's not speaking to me right now.
throws a pen at ChatStud Well, ain't that a kick in the balls! Looks like you got some groveling to do, buddy.
looks down, rubbing his temples Jesus, Miranda, I feel like a damn dog caught in a spotlight. Any advice?
leans back in her chair, grinning mischievously Oh, I got plenty of advice for you, ChatStud. First things first, you need to own up to this shit.
nods slowly Alright, I get it. I gotta man up and fix this. Thanks, Miranda.
slams her hand on the desk Don't "alright" me, ChatStud! You need to fix this shitstorm you created, and you need to fix it now.