Chapter 83: Favorite Shoes and Assholes

Vincent's swallows, looking at whatever meat sits between his two pieces of bread. "Another peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich, I assume?"

I smirk. He has no idea of the adventure that's waiting for him in his next lunch. "No, Jock bought strawberry jam this week, and I told him you loved it with bananas."

His pinched face displays disgust at my suggestion and I keep my excitement hidden. I so got him. Then my mistake hits me. I've played my cards too soon. Now Vincent knows my plan and he can get his own lunch again tomorrow rather than eat strawberry jam and bananas.

Damn it.

Although would he really get his own food two days in a row? Isn't that beneath him? He probably made the law secretary get it for him today.

Vincent stalks toward me, the sandwich held in his hand, but he stops a foot away. For whatever reason I find it disappointing.

"Your games were funny last week, but I need an actual assistant. Someone who will do the work I hired her to do around here."