If Dennis could blackmail, why couldn’t she? At this rate, she’d be better off waiting tables at Hooter’s. Not that they’d hire her without some.
He deflated like a stuck pig. “Of course I was going to raise your pay, Capri.”
“Then you don’t mind calling Mari Beth right now and telling her that.”
Capri had learned a lot since Mose Milton hired her. His expression hovered somewhere between hostile and admiring while he made the call. Maybe he liked being dominated.
He hung up. “And you’ll take care of Injustice League.”
Capri pretended she was still annoyed, even though the book was the only good thing to come out of the situation. She held out her hand. “Give it to me.”
He looked surprised. “I don’t have it. I thought Dennis gave it to you.”
When Tony and BT entered Socrates Musings
