“Dammit! What?” Wil blurted.
The communication was voice only, meaning he probably wasn’t alone.
“Sorry to interrupt your sex life, Wil, but I’ve got a problem,” Emmelia replied.
The screen flickered on. Frowzy looking, needing a shave, Wil leaned over the console. She could see that he was naked, though the screen only went slightly below his waist. Probably a good thing. Just the idea of seeing Wil naked was too much for her today.
“Could you put on some pants, Wilhelm?”
“Look, Madame Chairman. You caught me in the middle of something. How I’m attired isn’t your affair. I doubt this conversation is contingent on my pants.”
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