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answer.”
    “Hmmm.” Jenn tilted her head to one side. “I guess I did sort of get what I want . . . most of the time.”
    “So there!” I gave her a sunny smile. “I know you still have it in you.”
    “All right,” said Jenn at last. “I’ll give this job another shot.”
    “Good. Let’s see how you do and if your stats improve, I might be able to get you on the Sales Team.”
    “So I can make a hundred thousand dollars per year?” There was a determined glint in her eye.
    “Damn straight!” I enthused.
    After that little pep talk , I caught a little pep in Jenn’s step as she strode off. Feeling marginally better, I returned to my computer and tried to get some work done. No easy feat. Barely two seconds later, my concentration was temporarily waylaid by Shoshanna Hunter. She wafted past my desk, smelling like a flower.
    “Hold up.” I halted her. “Why are you late Miss Hunter?”
    “I’m late?” Her perfect eyebrows arched in a question.
    “Sure are.” I checked my watch. “Thirty minutes.”
    “Well, my new shampoo instructions said to lather, rinse and repeat. So um, I did. I lathered and rinsed, and lathered and rinsed until I was completely out of shampoo.” She carelessly tossed her hair over one shoulder. “The problem with society these days is people just aren’t willing to commit to the long haul. And you know what? I’m committed!”
    I could not think of a single solitary thing to say to her. Clearly, she wasn’t brimming over in the brains department.
    In the pause that followed, Shoshanna stared at me with those puppy eyes and turned her head a little to the side, smiling at me beguilingly, expecting instant forgiveness.
    So fake.
    She seriously needed to dial back her neediness.
    While her antics must turn most men into mush, it left me completely unmoved. Shoshanna seemed to assume that everyone was going to be captivated by her beauty. And she seemed to think that she could use her good looks to get away with the sort of behavior not allowed to us less favored mortals.
    All her lame excuses might have worked with her prior male supervisors, but it certainly wasn’t working with me.
    I was so tempted to throw my monitor at her stupid head. When I finally found my voice, I said, “I’m sorry, Shoshanna, but I’m going to have to write you up. Don’t forget, three strikes and you’re out.”
    “What?” Her puppy eyes turned into poison darts. “You’re going to write me up for being committed?”
    “Nope.” I kept my tone neutral. “I’m going to write you up for being late and for being a complete idiot.”
    “How dare you call me an idiot,” she bristled crossly. “I’m reporting you to HR!” With that, she stormed off in a huff, flicking her hair this way and that as if her life depended on it.
    I stood perfectly still, staring at her retreating back.
    With all that incessant hair flipping, her head might just snap off.
    Which wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing.
    I sighed and battled with my conscience over my malevolent thoughts, but it was only a brief tussle.
    I sighed again. Who said being a boss was easy? It made me feel suddenly despondent. Then I remembered Homeland was on tonight and cheered right up.

Chapter Three
     

     
     
     
     
    It was Friday, which was my Monday since Wednesdays and Thursdays are my days off. I should write a song titled My Weekend Starts on Wednesday, and the chorus would go like this:
    Last Tuesday night! T.G.I.T! T.G.I.T!
    Really. I was so tempted to shoot the next person who yelled, “T.G.I.F!”
    “Good morning,” I greeted Carter in the hallway with a marked lack of enthusiasm.
    “Morning,” he replied with equal warmth.
    I walked to my cubicle and set my steaming hot coffee on my desk, humming “TGIT! TGIT!” fiercely to myself. At some point, I stopped humming when I felt someone’s eyes boring into the back of my neck. I threw a glance over my shoulder and was surprised to find Carter standing right