"Chica, you screwed up, " Jennifer said with all honesty and a little fanfare as she propped her tiny size five and a half feet on her boss's desk.
"I'm well aware of that. So this is why I pay you such a generous bonus every year? For you to tell me things I already know?" Nora asked, ignoring her secretary's physical and verbal informality. After six years of daily contact with this petite Latina, Nora often wondered just who was in charge.
"No, you pay me the generous bonus because not only am I one hell of a great assistant from eight to six but because am willing to sit here after hours talking about your pathetic love life."
"Hey, insubordination is a fireable offense," Nora threatened with mock bravado. But they both knew there was no bite behind her bark. Jennife
