.:The Scope on SCOPE:.Ring Ring! Ring Ring!.:The Scope on SCOPE:. by Neurotic-Idealist
The redheaded man gave a groan of frustration, not willing to move from his spot on the bed where he lay, flat on his stomach with the stone coloured sheets crumpled around him. The sound of his cell phone continued to pierce his sensitive ears, having been nursing a red wine hangover from the previous evening's events.
"Okay, just stop!" the man exclaimed before cursing out loud in his native Italian.
"It won't stop unless you answer it." a female voice sounded. The owner of the voice thrust one arm from the crumpled sheets and reached for the source of the disturbance before tossing it in the general direction of her bedfellow.
The man picked up the phone and took a moment to compose himself before answering the call.
"Tobia, it's Rosa. You're expected in the office for a meeting in less than one hour." a singsong voice replied, not doing anything to relieve his aching head.
"Less than an hour? I'm gonna need some coffee when
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