“Here it’s blueberry!” She enthused.
I opened my mouth to say something else and Amy just stuffed half the danish pastry in.
“Yum! Yum!” She giggled at my consternation.
Why do I even bother? I can never remain upset or win an argument with any of my close staff because they were all head-strong independent women that didn’t take any crap.
They all manipulated my emotional stability like a mother does a young child and I found it reassuring and comforting that they were all doing it because they genuinely cared about me.
“All right. All right,” finally clearing the mash of danish out of my mouth.
“I get it. I’m still officially on vacation, so I’ll give you exactly 5 minutes to get my phone back in my hand before I turn you over my knee.”
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