My office is slowly becoming something from Wolf Of Wall Street like

Everytime myself or my boss buys a car, he plays “All the way up” by Fat Joe as loud as he can, he even went as far as calling me last night at 9pm to blast it through the phone. His ideal dream that’s 10 years down the line is to have a bunch of dealers in the tri state and a large office space full of wholesalers like me. If we start doing morning speeches/screaming into a microphone , I will be so happy.

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