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“I think this will go a lot better with the new…” Rebecca started to explain only to let her words trail off with a resigned sigh when he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder “Didn't we talk about the etting comfortable as he walked back to his office

“We need to have a little chat,” he cal that there really was no need to yell and ruin this momentous occasion

“Another one?” she asked, not sounding particularly worried as he carried her back to his office, pausing only long enough to kick the door shut behind him before he deposited his unwanted waitress in the rickety old chair he saved for just such an occasion With a sigh of his own, he returned to his desk, satisfied that everything in the world was as it should be

He sat down, cleared his throat and opened hison since the ht pause he took a long, satisfying breath, deciding to savor the moment

It was a mistake and part of hi years of hell and bullshit he hadn't been able to help hiht into his life he'd wanted to savor that one precious moment when he finally freed himself of her

“I was hoping to talk to you this ,” his own personal reminder that hell did in fact exist, said as she stood up and walked around his desk, but this tie pile of folders on the corner of his desk earlier so that she couldn't-

“What the hell do you think you're doing” he dee pile of folders he'd stacked on his desk to keep her off her customary spot and hopped up on his desk

Right In Front Of Him

“Nothing,” she said, shooting hioddamn mind

“Move,” he bit out between clenched teeth as she lazily crossed one leg over the other, leaned back and grabbed-

“Please tellrabbed the clipboard that had helpedhell over the last five years

He still wasn't sure how she did it, but whenever she felt the urge to see if he illing to do ten to life behind bars for hter, she pulled out that damn clipboard She never carried it around, but it always see that had driven hi this small, plump pain in the ass to have that ured it out, he'd forced hi torture device fro day with just a few key, “points”

“I had to switch Jen to theBut, I should be back in ti the inevitable and bringing this whole thing to a new level of fucking pathetic

“There's no point in you co, “you're fired”

“Uh

huh,” shehis that pissed him off the most about her

Well, to be honest he hated a lot of things about pretty much everyone Except for his family He tolerated them, because he had to or his mother would probably beat the shit out of him

Then his father would, of course, feel obligated to kick his ass for upsetting his mother

Then his brothers would try to kick his ass That is, if he survived the ass whooping from his father, which wasn't likely So, for self-preservation, he tolerated his family

To a point

Hethem when they annoyed the shit out of him, but he didn't have to let them in his restaurant no matter how much they bitched and God, did they bitch

“I'll be back for the lunch rush,” the thorn in his side repeated, re out his fantasy

There was no way in hell that he was allowing her to ruin this for hi it, he was going to savor every second of it

“You're fired,” he repeated, taking perverse satisfaction in letting those tords roll off his tongue

“I had Eric go through the refrigerator thisand clean it out today instead of to,” she said with a little frown that he refused to find adorable as she absently reached down, grabbed his coffee and took a sip before he could stop her As soon as she was done, he took the cup away from her