Despondent, I sort through five entire emails while December giggles over the final pages of the fantasy romance I finished and printed off for her after getting home from my early evening shift two hours ago. With this much giggling, I imagine she’s reached the first, and only, kiss scene in the book. Which is approximately ninety-nine percent of the way in.
Very soon, she’ll be done and asking me for another story. Cruelly, I shall then have no choice but to torment her with the reality that I have nothing else to give.
Because the CEO of the company I work for expects me to actuallyworkor something abusive like that.
Today, 6:54 p.m.
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: RE: RE: What if…
Dearest holder of the duct tape:
I have sorted five (5) emails.
Might I be freed of this tyranny now?
From the fetal position,
August
(Your Favorite) Virtual Assistant
Her reply, per usual, comes swift:
Today, 6:55 p.m.
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: What if…
Darling captive:
You’re so cute when you’re begging.
Offering morale support via cuddles,
Ali Montgomery
(YourFavorite) CEO
I gasp. Mybig bad boss. Cuddling me! While I’min the fetal position?!
What an absolute scandal.
Glowing, I draft my response with glee.
Today, 6:57 p.m.
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: RE: What if…
