"He's picking you up for work, Spitfire."
"Really, it's not necessary." She gave him a big smile to ensure he knew she wasn't actually arguing with him.
He leaned his hands down on the desk and she had to fight hard not to lean back.
"Yeah, he is."
"I'm in charge of how I get into work, and I say he's not."
Shoot. What was she doing?
He's your boss.
"You work for me?" he asked weirdly.
"Uh, yes."
"Then you do what I say. If I say he picks you up, then he picks you up. Understand?"
"All right." She gave in because he was her boss and she didn't want to make him angry.
"All right?" he asked, looking surprised.
"Yes, all right," she said.
But she wasn't happy about it. So when Saber went to reach for another piece of brownie, she leaned over and snatched the container away from h
