"So you're taking her on your bike?" she asks, the sleep suddenly clearing from her eyes. I get it, she's probably jealous, I've never let her ride on my bike. But I'm not in the mood for any drama and I really need to get going so I try to appease her so she'll grab the boots.
"Have to, she'll get fired if she's late, and she's working the Prez's case, he trusts her doesn't want anyone else. The only way to get her there on time is on my bike."
"Have a prospect take her."
"I'm not trusting one of them with this."
"Lucky then."
"Listen," I say dropping my voice and injecting some authority into it. "I need you to get me those God d.amn boots right now, if Prez ends up locked up over something this f.ucking stupid you know you'll be out of here like that," I snap in her direction and
