Her mouth twisted. I could see the gears of her mind churning. "Okay, do you have a pen and a piece of paper?"
What the hell was she up to now?
I sat forward in my chair. "Why?"
"Simple. So I can write all of their names down. I doubt I'll be able to recall such a long list off of the top of my head." It was her turn to smirk and smirk she did.
I studied her, looking for any hint of humor she may be joking or bluffing. Her expression didn't crack as she looked at me expectantly. Okay, she was serious. Fan-f*****g-tastic.
I stood and walked to my desk, opening the top drawer, pulling out a pad of paper and pen. I turned around to find her holding out her hand eagerly.
This was going to be bad. I just knew it in my gut.
This conversation was going to get us nowhere, or more likely, it
