“What’s your deal? You corner me in a kitchen and ask me about my eyes, you give me what I ask for, offer me raises, harass the men I’m around, follow me, but refuse sex. I’d guess you had a crush on me, but you’re too insecure to do anything about it. Aren’t you? How’s that for being ignorant about the world around me?”
“I do not have a crush on you! I’m just protective of my employees. That’s all. Shutup, bitch.”
“I quit and I never want to see you again.”
“I’ll double security. Come back. I’m sorry,” he said with lonesome eyes. I loved being right.
“I’m in. And so’s everyone from my warehouse,” I said and shook his outstretched hand. For the first time in a while, he seemed excited and upbeat about something.
“And then we can get Felicia back from them,” he said.
That worried me. That must’ve been why he was proposing this insane plan in the first place. He thought he would get his wife back because of it.
I woke up to the smell of a homecooked breakfast. Betty never cooked and even when my mother was still with us, she’d still sleep in instead of cooking. Felicia came in all smiles and woke us up, focusing her attention on Joe. How could Martin and Felicia be so nice? What was wrong with them?