“Exactly
what she said. I told her it was business-related, so she’d be bored, and we were
still making arrangements.”
“Wimp.”
That got a
grin from him. I thought maybe I had done my good deed for the day, helping him
fight through the terror trying to smother him. If my still-nebulous suspicions
were right.
“Have
mercy?”
“Do I get
to dump the Terry column and take back my sports beat?” I burst out
laughing at the look of utter panic on his face. “I guess that’s a no. You know
something? You make a pretty pathetic Evil Overlord.”
“A what?”
“That’s
what I called you when you swept into the office back in November and rearranged
everything on us.” I had to explain, since I had let that slip. What was wrong
with me? Besides the fact that I actually liked fraternizing with the enemy?
“I’m not
evil. I swear.”
“Gotta
admit, you’re okay. For a rich guy. Even human,” I added, when that pitiful,
begging look came back to his face. “The sign-up is at Eden.”
“You are saving my life.”
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