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“Thank you,” I say The girls run off shrieking about their celebrity sighting I look over at Mr Peak who appears to be rolling his eyes

“Boy, you are really going to have a big head by the ti is over,” my boss remarks as he walks up to the Rolls-Royce The driver opens the door for us while I bask in the afterglow of a great dinner, an unexpected orgasm and the adulation of a couple of fans

We settle inside of the car Just as everything seeet perfect, I hear a s photos Mr Peak shoots theraphers back off with the exception of one burly looking guy who slaht rearHe flashes a photo, al my boss to react By the look on my boss’s face, that burly paparazzi looks like he has created a huge fking problem Mr Peak barks at the driver, “Hold the car!”

My boss reaches for the door handle I realize that my boss is about to detach that paparazzi’s head from his body That is the last sort of publicity ently place my hand over his arm and say, “Sir Please allow me to handle the situation”

My boss looks at er poised to strike “If that man takes another photo of me, I will paint the sidewalks with his intestines,” Mr Peak fumes I nervously nod because I know that my boss does not make empty threats

I open the door and sroup

“Hey babe How long have you been fking the rich guy?” the photographer asks

“How much do you make a year?” I ask him

“What?!” he says as he lowers the camera

“Tell me How much do you make a year”

“I fkingphotos of celebrities!” the photographer yells pridefully

“Hoould you like to ht now?” I ask him

“Huh?” the photographer says

I walk up to the man and put my arm around hiht there? If you take another photo of him, he will be forced to pay you ten million dollars Do you knohy my boss will be forced to pay you ten million dollars? It’s because ic You will never walk again You will never be able to use your ar for the rest of your days Your body will be dead from the neck down,” I explain in a cold monotone voice