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he closed his mouth and instead took a long, satisfying breath, deciding to savor the
moment.
It was a mistake and part of him knew that when he decided to do it, but after five
long years of hell and bullshit he hadn't been able to help himself. After all the crazy
bullshit she d brought 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 morning, his own personal reminder that hell did in
fact exist, said as she stood up and walked around his desk, but this time he d been
prepared and stacked a large pile of files on the corner of his desk so that she couldn't-
 What the hell do you think you're doing he demanded as she simply walked past the
large pile of folders he'd stacked to keep her off her customary spot and hopped up on
his desk and sat down.
Right. In. Front. Of. Him.
 Nothing, she said, shooting him a frown as though he was the one that had lost his
goddamn mind.
 Move, he bit out between clenched teeth as she lazily crossed one leg over the other
and leaned back and grabbed-
 Please tell me that you're fucking kidding me, he said when the crazed woman
reached back and grabbed the clipboard that had helped make his life a living hell
over the past five years.
He still wasn't sure how she did it, but whenever she felt the urge to see if he was
willing to do ten to life behind bars for manslaughter, she pulled that damn clipboard
out. She never carried it around, but it always seemed to be within her reach,
something that had driven him nuts until he realized that he was allowing this small,
plump pain in the ass that much power over him. Once that was done he'd forced
himself not to care that she was able to pull the fucking torture device from thin air
and ruin his whole fucking day with just a few key,  points.
 I had to switch Jenn to the morning shift, because I have an appointment this
morning, but I should be back in time for the lunch rush, she began, trying to prolong
the inevitable and bringing this whole thing to a new level of sad.
 There's no point in you coming back, he explained before gently reminding her,
 you're fired.
 Uh huh, she mumbled absently, clearly ignoring him, which unfortunately for her
was one of the things that pissed him off the most about her.
Well, to be honest he hated a lot of things and just about 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.
He might have to acknowledge them and refrain from killing them 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 said, reminding him that he was
supposed to live out his fantasy and he would.
There was no way in hell that he was allowing her to ruin this for him. He'd dreamed
of doing this and now he was going to savor every second of it.
 You're fired, he said, taking perverse satisfaction in letting those words roll off his
tongue.
 I had John go through the refrigerator this morning and clean it out today instead of
tomorrow since we re getting our delivery early this week, 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 grab it.
 Didn't you hear what I just said? he asked with a glare as the frustrating woman
took the cup out of his and took another sip before handing it back to him, leaving him
sitting there, glaring at the frustrating woman that refused to leave.
 I also had to let go of Jeremy this morning, she said, grabbing his attention in a big
way.
 You did what? he snapped, taking note of the time and absently noting that she'd set
a new record for making him yell.
 I fired him, she said with a shrug as though it was no big deal.
It was a big fucking deal!
 Who the hell do you think you are firing one of my employ-. He started to demand
only to get cut off and left speeches by the little brat as she tossed him her clipboard,
hopped off his desk and headed for the door.
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