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“Correct. But I have to walk by First Street on my way.”
This fucking guy.
I pushed to my feet when I glanced down at my phone and realized his time was up. “Will, the original dog park is also on First Street. You’ve always had to walk by the dog park to get your hair cut.”
“But now it’s larger, and that is unlawful.”
“No. It’s actually not unlawful. The land is owned by the city. The people that live in this town love their dogs, and they want to expand the space, and the land is there to do so. They voted. It got approved. And it’s done. The people have spoken. Perhaps you should park somewhere else and walk a different route to get your hair cut.” I stared down at him and waited for him to stand.
“This doesn’t enrage you? You don’t feel the need to join our voices and stop this madness?”
At the moment, I feel like buying a dog just so I can have my dog take a shit on your front porch.
“No. I have no issue with the expansion. You have no case. Next time, please call ahead and make an appointment.”
He was barely out of my office, and I let the door shut before moving back to my desk and getting my notes together for my next meeting.
The door flew open, and my annoyingly bubbly assistant came hurrying inside. “Isn’t Will so hot?”
“I hadn’t noticed,” I grumped, staring down at my notes.
“Well, I made your coffee just the way you like it. Extra cream and two sugars.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and repeated the same words I’d said more than a dozen timesthis week. “It’s no cream and one sugar.”
“Oh, no. I did it again.”
You sure the fuck did.
She went to leave, but I knew Mary Swan would be here any minute. “It’s fine. Just leave the coffee and then bring Mary in when she arrives.”
Cassie turned quickly and held out the mug before losing her footing and tripping toward the desk, the piping hot coffee landing in my lap.
Also known as covering my denim-clad dick in motherfucking hot lava.
“Oh, no!” she screamed, like someone who hadtheirfamily jewels set on fucking fire.
“Fuck.” I pushed to my feet and grabbed some tissues off my desk, wiping as much of the liquid away as I could.
“Should I call 9-1-1?” she asked, her voice shaky now, probably because I may try to murder her in the next two minutes.
“Why would you call 9-1-1?”
“Because you might be hurt.” She winced. “Or how about an ice pack?”
Yeah… first, you burned off my balls, now let’s cover them in ice. That sounds peachy.
“Cassie. I need a minute. Go see if Mary’s here and get her a water. I’ll clean this up. Close the door and give me five minutes.”
“You got it, boss. I mean Mr. River.” She hurried out the door, and I wiped down my desk and chair and assessed my coffee-stained groin.
Well, I’d be sitting for the next few meetings, so I’d at least be able to hide the stain until I could change clothing after work.
I picked up my phone and got on the Ride or Die group chat that was going at all times.
Remind me why I can’t fire Cassie Windfield.
Kingston
