Chapter twenty seven - Mine to handle
The first time he called me into his office, I thought it was serious.
"Bring me a pen," he said.
A pen.
I stared at the ten pens neatly lined up on his own desk. "You have one."
"I like the ones you bring."
I wanted to stab him with all ten, but I hold myself back and don't.
The second time, it was because his coffee "wasn't hot enough."
I hadn't even made the coffee. Collins had.
The third time? He said he needed help loosening his tie.
Loosening his tie
Are you kidding me?
I refused, obviously.
So he called me again. This time just to say, "I like seeing you flustered."
I slammed the door on my way out.
By noon, I was tired, tense, and seriously reconsidering whether arsenic in coffee was still a crime if your husband turned boss was
