“No.”
“You don’t know it.”
“I know it.”
“Then say it.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet here I remain.”
He exhaled through his nose.
“Caramel latte. Extra hot. One sugar when you’re tired, none when you’re pretending to be disciplined.”
I blinked.
Then recovered immediately.
“That proves nothing.”
“It proves I pay attention.”
“It proves you’re unsettling.”
“Will you get the coffee?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Today I’m taking a stand for workplace equality.”
“You’re refusing a direct request?”
“I’m encouraging growth. You have legs, Adrian.”
“They are occupied running a company.”
“They are currently under a desk.”
His eyes narrowed.
Mine sparkled.
He tapped the table once.
“You’re enjoying this rebellion.”
“I’m thriving in it.”
“You forget who signs your paycheck.”
“You forge
