I knew Brett was going to push me when I was there Thursday. Instead of giving me a few hours at SkinnyCakes, he kept me there all day. He tried to be nice about it, but there wasn’t anything nice left in Brett. Knowing I had my tasting, and a date with Graham, made it impossible for him to get to me. I poured through the resumes he’d collected and found candidates for his assistant and set up interviews for seven of them the following Wednesday knowing I’d be there.
I really despised working for him but promised myself it was short lived. After the picnic was over I could walk away from Brett, again, and know I wasn’t missing anything because of it. With any luck, I’d find him a new assistant by then and have even less time with him.
Since I missed a chance to test out my new recipes fo
