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After several rounds of back-and-forth with Nicklaus, he finally lets me go. I can already picture Fernando’s face when I walk in late, scratch that. For sure, he's going to be mad upset at me for coming an hour to the minutes he had spared me. Fuck him anyways.

Of course, Nicklaus doesn’t just let me go like a normal person. No. He practically loads me up like a walking spy kit trackers hidden in my wristwatch, my phone, and even clipped somewhere inside my bra like it’s prime real estate. I swear, if he could, he’d stick one under my tongue and panties just to monitor my excuses....