Chapter Ten
He could have been wearing fleece slippers right now. Free fleece slippers. And watching his pancakes travel down a conveyor belt. Pancakes that made themselves. Instead, he was wearing socks with holes in them and chewing on a protein bar.
“Can I suggest a change to the organization bylaws?” Joel asked the group.
“We don’t have bylaws,” Reggie said as he took a box of cereal from the pantry.
“We must come to a group consensus before rejecting glorious offers. For example, when a grateful client offers us free reign of her luxury space station.”
Sam slugged a pint of water. It dribbled down her chin as she spoke. “It wasn’t out of gratitude. She felt like an asshole. Because she was an asshole. She treated us like s**t. Even after we saved her life, she was going to stiff
