"All they serve are sandwiches. You know I only eat bread on game days."
"There's a perfectly good salad bar right over there."
"I'll pass on the serve yourself bowl of bacteria thank you very much."
"You're so high maintenance."
"No, I just have high standards."
"And I don't?" I cross my arms in front of me. "I'm not going anywhere else. I don't have time. I shouldn't even be here now."
"What's the rush?"
"I've got a new client," I brag.
"And who might that be?"
Isn't it obvious by the grin on my face?
"The best damn client in the world."
"You've already got the best."
"Better." I make sure to annunciate my T's.
"There's no one better." He pinches his lips together. "Who are you talking about, Freshman–Spin?"
"Bingo!" I mush his forehead with my pointer finger.
He laughs a little. "You're getting physical now?"
"I know how much you like that."
"You haven't even begun to learn just how much I like it."
"Whatever."
"So the meeting in the conference room today was for you?"
"Oh are you wondering why you didn't hear about it first?"
He stares at me with a guilty look on his face.
"Isaidare you wondering why Peter didn't call you and tell you first?"
"I guess he told you about that part of our agreement."
"He sure did, and I'm pretty sure that he thinks that I'm a kept woman or your love slave at this point. Thanks for that by the way. You're making me lookrealgood at work."
"Snitch."
"Who's a snitch? Peter? He'smyboss. He owes no allegiance to you."
"He shouldn't have told you, but no biggie. What I'd rather know, because I can see you're dying to tell me, is how you finally landed the big fish?"
"Well," I preen. "I dazzled them with one of my ideas for charitable giving by the group. They were very impressed. In fact Marley asked specifically for me to be their point person on the spot. Right in front of everyone in the room. There was no way Peter could say no."
Saint looks at me like he's bored.
