“It’s not a fable either. It’s a true story.”
“Oh right, because wizards totally exist.”
“They do. I still have my suspicions that Tanner might be one…”
Is that how he switched that card to make me win in poker?No. Of course it wasn’t. Because magic wasn’t real. And Tanner was dead to me. Unless I ever saw him again and kissed him. I shook my head. I meant throat-punch him.
“You really never heard that story when you were a kid?” asked Chastity.
“Not in that form.”
“Weird. I need to have a chat with your mom about that.”
“Please don’t.”
“Suit yourself. Aren’t you hungry?” She gestured to the sausage on my desk.
“I’m not really a fan of sausage…”
“The great great great grandson of Gretel and the wizard just gave you a free helicopter ride across the city so that you wouldn’t be late for your meeting, and you won’t eventastehis sausage? That’s messed up.”
I looked at the gross link of mystery meat and scrunched up my face. I really did not want to eat it, but she did have a point. “Fine. Do you have a fork?”
“No. Just barehand it.”
I gave her a look. “You know perfectly well that I would never do that. I’m not a barbarian.”
“You’re impossible.” Chastity grabbed the sausage off my plate and held it up to my mouth. I tentatively licked the tip of it. I expected it to be the grossest thing ever, but it wasn’t. In fact, it was pretty delicious. I licked a little more. And then I went to take a bite.
Just then, Mr. Frost walked up behind Chastity. “Hey, just checking in…”
Chastity must not have seen him coming, because she jumped. And in doing so, she jammed the entire sausage down my throat. My eyes got big and I gagged.
“Am I interrupting something?” asked Mr. Frost.
I pulled back from the sausage and wiped the spit off the side of my mouth. I was fully aware of the fact that I had just deepthroated a bratwurst in front of my new boss. The same boss that I had already molested and then given a saucy wink.
“You’re not interrupting anything at all. I was just taking a quick lunch break.” To drive the point home, I grabbed Chastity’s hand and brought the sausage up to my mouth so I could take a big bite. I started chewing and…Oh my God.I had always thought sausage was gross, but this thing melted in my mouth. It was an explosion of delicious savory yumminess. I actually moaned it tasted so good.
“You were supposed to take a ten-minute lunch break after the meeting. And then you were supposed to do Facebook ads for Wineflix and Chill from 2 to 3, and then…well, I don’t have to tell you. It’s all in the binder.” He tapped the binder and walked away.
“I guess we better look in the binder, huh?” I asked.
Chastity nodded.
I opened it up, and it was even worse than I thought. Not only had he broken down my day by the minute, but he also had painfully detailed instructions on how to do each and every task.Scale ads to 2000 x 2000 pixels. Duplicate ad sets, not ads. Have six ads per ad set. Yadda yadda.
We both got to work. And worked. And worked some more. By 5 o’clock - the time when work was supposed to be over - I still had hours and hours of work to do. But you know who didn’t? Apparently Mr. Frost. Because he was all packed up and out the door at 5 pm sharp. Chastity and I didn’t leave until the sun had long since set.
I hoped that he just had somewhere really important to be, but the same thing happened Tuesday. And Wednesday, and Thursday.
I was a fast worker, but thanks to Mr. Frost’s stupid binder, everything took twice as long as it used to. By some miracle, I was able to catch up on all my work by 4 pm on Friday. One more task and then I would finally be free from his tyranny. Or at least…free from it for one weekend.
I opened up the binder and scanned my final assignment.
Friday - 4 pm - Draft 6 new creatives for Wineflix and Chill’s October campaign.
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