The Boss, The Rolls-Royce, and The Lipstick Smear
Language: en
Working overtime on Thanksgiving weekend meant triple pay. I volunteered for it. But that didn't stop me from cursing my boss, Ethan Vance. In front of the breakfast diner, I touched up my lipstick using the reflection of the tinted window on a parked Rolls-Royce. While I was at it, I muttered a curse: "I hope the boss marries a woman with acne and has a son without an a—hole." Assuming the car was empty, I blew a kiss at the window. I checked my makeup and was about to leave.