“Don’t put your hands on an employee. I’m adding a workplace conduct session to your PR improvement plan.”
“I’m allowed to strangle him if I want. He’smylittle brother, and he’s costing me money.”
Isaac gives me the finger.
I get in his face.
“Fuck up again and I’m sending you back to the East Coast to play babysitter to the puppy pound our father created. Fuckin’ loser. I can’t believe Salinger palmed your internship off on me.”
“Language!” Jenna yells.
Isaac shoots back with “Suck my dick!”
“Stop cussing!” Jenna shrieks. “You!” She points at me. “The car is waiting outside. Go. Now.”
“The car? You meanmy car? I’m not going anywhere.”
“I already told your driver that we will need his service the rest of the day.”
“Hard pass. I have to work.”
Isaac crosses his arms. The teenager has shot up in height in just the past few months. He’s almost at my nose. He doesn’t have the bulk, though, to back it up. Or the balls. He shuffles back when I jerk toward him.
“Weakling.”
“Get down!” Jenna hisses.
“What did you—”
I turn and curse because there’s that damn dog at eye level with me.
Jenna’s hopping around, trying to get him to jump. “Just jump to Mommy. There’s a good boy! Jump!”
It isn’t lost on me how the teenager’s eyes track the black fabric over Jenna’s chest, which bounces when she jumps.
He barely dodges the computer mouse I throw at him.
“You little shit. Don’t bring that dog here again, Princess.”
“This is a pet-friendly office,” Isaac says, hurling the mouse back at me.
I snatch it before it can hit Jenna.
Jenna beams at me as I extricate her little dog from my shelf. “A pet-friendly office! That’s wonderful! See? There’s something salvageable under that suit after all. We’re going to have a pet-appreciation picnic for your employees.”
“I don’t do picnics,” I say as I follow her, still inexplicably carrying the dog, which is bizarrely heavy, down to the lobby.
“You need more team-building activities. I barely see anyone at your office.”
“We have a generous work-from-home policy.”
“It’s good to come into the office and socialize with your coworkers.”
“No one wants—” Then I shut my mouth.
Don’t argue with crazy girls,I chant to myself.It’s like playing chess with a pigeon.
“You’re not here to tell me how to run my business.”
