"Stand. Get off the elevator on the fourteenth floor and go to Conference Room L," Desiree commanded. "Do you need to write out your orders in crayon?"
"I'd prefer you use body paint," I bantered. The ladies around me didn't know what to make of the exchange.
"81 days, Jackass," Desiree promised balefully.
"I tremble in anticipation - no, wait, that's fear," I snorted in amusement.
"You are very irreverent," a lady onboard observed. This wasn't a good thing in her mind.
"I apologize, Ma'am. Reverence required me to become a eunuch and no job is worth my jewels in a jar," I bowed.
"I will report your poor attitude and mockery of your assignment to Tessa," she vowed.
"Very well, Ma'am..." I started.
"Astarte," she gave her name.
"Very well, Astarte."
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