Picked by a Pepper
I heard the door to my office creak open. ‘Nice of you to knock,’ I said without looking up. ‘I always do.’ She doesn’t—and I don’t mind, really. Daphne Carter, director of operations for our group. Nice lady. Vaguely reminds me of a sterner version of Tina Fey. She can really scare the shit out of people when she wants to. Day and night, the two sides of her. ‘Don’t you look nice today,’ I murmured, finally turning my eyes on her. ‘Oh, you… I’m too old for that, hon,’ she said, smiling. ...