Wednesday morning I got up and put on my gray suit with a purple camisole underneath. I was not happy to be shutting down my shop, or to be working with Brett for the day. I needed to work on some new recipes for Mayor Ramsey. I’d prefer to have two days to get them perfected, but I’d settle for one day.
I had no choice.
Brett was already in the office when I got there.
“Get me a cup of coffee, would you?” he said when I walked into his office. The first of the assistant candidates were supposed to be there in an hour. “Oh, and after that take care of all the paperwork on your desk.”
I resisted the urge to remind him to say please because I knew it wouldn’t matter. Brett never had good manners and I wasn’t his mother.
An hour later the first candidate walked in wearing a nicely tailor
