“Please, Marissa. How was I supposed to know my girlfriend was actually the stepdaughter of an evil queen?”I stood up, walked to my office door, and grabbed my purse. “Follow me.”“I need this job, Miss Locks. I really do.” Mikey looked like he was about to choke. He did that one time at lunch, and a pinky finger came out his nose.I patted my purse. “Come with me willingly, or I’ll shoot you and drag you to the elevator.”He came.We rode down in the elevator, with him staring at the ends of his shoes the whole way. The elevator opened and we walked out into the cargo bay where our workers dispatched shipments. I whistled, and a group of dockworkers gathered.“Mikey here wants to know how he could have known his girlfriend was actually the stepdaughter of an evil queen.”The men began to chuckle. Then one stepped forward. “Man, I can’t remember the last girl I dated who didn’t turn out to be the stepdaughter of an evil queen.”“Or the long-lost princess,” said another.“My ex was the evil queen.”The others looked at him a moment.“Well, she was evil.
