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The messenger window pinged on my laptop. I took a quick peek at who was annoying me. Damn, It was *El Jefe.* 

Well, this was a bit inconvenient. How dare the Boss-Man ping me when I am working from home and in the middle of eating a kingsize hot-dog? A bloody video call too. Had he no shame?

Reluctantly I put down the massive hotdog that was in one hand and stopped scratching my knackers with the other. 

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I checked the time. Half nine, the day had hardly begun. What the fuck? This was bang out of order.

Grumpily I brushed the crumbs from my face and clicked *accept.*

*El Jefe* popped up on the screen with his usual grouchy face as if an Emperor Penguin had just smacked his Mother's arse and asked her to pass the salt.
<sub><sup>(Bloody penguins)</sub></sup>

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He made a *snurly wurly* grumbling noise and leaned closer to the screen on seeing my handsome visage poke out *his end*

*Fuck sake, BoomDawg. What are you wearing?*

He snapped

I looked down at the T-shirt that I slept in and then back at the *Jefe-Meister,* shrugging my shoulders.

*What? It's a t-shirt, what do you expect, a dinner jacket? I'm working from home?*

I was quite proud of my working from home routine. It would be fair to say that in between hand-shandies, coffee and hot-dogs, I would get quite a  bit of work done.

*Hmmph. Well, I hope your wearing pants because I get sick of everyone that works from home telling me that they sit around in their pyjamas*

*El Jefe* snarked.

*Well, rest assured boss man. I am not wearing pyjamas.*

I said with a mischievous grin.

*Good, good. Wait, why are you smiling like that? Oh for fuck sake, tell me you really are wearing pants?*

El-Jefe inched closer to his screen turning his head from side to side as if it was actually a window he could look through.

*Of course, I'm wearing bloody pants.*

*I bloody hope so*

*Are you... Are you wanting to see..?*

I asked, making a face like I was chewing a farmer's unsavoury toffee.

This was taking a bit of a mad twist. I mean, what was this turning into? Is this what working from home for El-Jefe was going to be like?

Yikes. Maybe he would be buying me lingerie next?

*El-Jefe's* eyes bugged out slightly at my show-and-tell offer.

*Um. No... Of course, I don't want to bloody see?!?*

Despite the words tumbling exasperatedly out of his wanton mouth, he wasn't convincing me. 

*Alright then. You're the Boss.*

I tried to sound coquettish whilst reluctantly pushing my chair back.

*Oi!? OI!! SIT DOWN. I don't want to see your pants!?!*

El-Jefe barked.

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*Hmmph, what are you calling me for then?*

I said huffily.

*El-Jefe* gazed at me blankly. 

*I have absolutely no idea now.*

He shook his head like an old and tired cow being pushed into a toilet cubicle.

*I'll email you.*

He said curtly flicking his hand toward his mouse to cut the call.

*Boss-man, wait!*

*El-Jefe* paused, eyebrows knitted together in irritation.

*What?*

I looked left then right before leaning into my webcam and whispering.

*I'm not actually wearing any pants.*

I disconnected and picked my hotdog up with a chuckle. This was turning out to be a fine days work.