“Pick your toppings now, boss lady, because I’m about to call it in.”


“Pineapple, and keep your opinions to yourself.”



      “Then Dominos is the obvious choice.”


“Domino’s does have that online pizza tracker you know I like.”


He just stares at the smoldering pile of ash and lets out a deep sigh. “I fully realize the point of that was to have that pile of bricks be turned to ash, ma’am.” Clearing his throat, he pushes his glasses up his nose. “…..not the laser itself.”

“Well, I’m glad that you’ve clarified you
understand the point of the assignment.”

Lips are pressed into a thin line, irritation apparent in every
crease of her frown. Her gaze is dragged upward from the
steaming pile of failure to meet her agent’s eyes. Brows lift
in anticipation. He’s still standing there, so-

“Is that it?”