Chapter Thirty-Two

Delicious & Vicious Chat

Lennon: What's with the outfit Wilder? Isn't that a little too racy for a work day?

Ziggy: You didn't wear it to work?

Bowie: What am I missing? Wear what?

Lennon: Yes he did…

Bowie: Wear what? Will someone tell me, come on?

Wilder: A purple lacy corset that Ziggy suggested I buy to make me feel better after Jupiter threatened to fire me.

Bowie: I'm lost. When did Jupiter threaten to fire you? And if it's a lacy corset… isn't that more a girl thing? I don't think I've seen boy ones. Do we make those? If so, can someone send me the link? I'd like to see. Duh… I could just go to Wilder's office.

Ziggy: Dare I ask how Lennon can see it?

Lennon: He's not covering it up! Gotta say, he looks hot as fuck in it!

Ziggy: Words fail me, Wilder.

Wilder: Good, that means when a certain someone sees me, then they'll also be at a loss for words at our next meeting… together.

Hollis: Wilder… tell me you don't look indecent for the important meeting with the organizers and models for the Milan fashion show!

Wilder: Of course not… everything is appropriately covered… I swear.

Lennon: He's covered for sure… in lace and silk!

Hollis: Do you want to turn my hair gray, Wilder? Put a picture in the group chat. I want to see exactly what you have on before I get in my car and come across town to wring your neck for worrying me.

Lennon: Don't worry boss, he's got a fitted white shirt on under it.

Hollis: Thank you Lennon. Wilder, I'm not finding any amusement in this…

Wilder: Spoil sport, Lennon. Boss, I'm just asserting myself and showing Mr ‘you look like a bargain bin reject' that I can make a fashion statement just like his model toys!

Hollis: That thudding that can be heard all over town is me banging my head on the wall.

Wilder: Sorry boss.