Jess tried to not screech to Sara. She had just gotten back to her office after arranging the table and show tickets for Maxwell. “The request was for a jumbo bottle of lube, preferably water based, Ms. Cooper,” Sara said in a singsong voice. “Ok, I’ll give you $20 if you deliver it to him,” Jess was trying to not beg. This was not happening. What the hell did he need with a jumbo bottle of lube? What was he doing up there? No wait, she didn’t want to know, not really. “You know I love ya boss, but that is WAY above my pay grade, no way no how. And you know you can’t ask anyone else without risking some HR complaint,” she said. Damn she was right, Jess thought. “Fuck me,” she muttered. “Hah, no it sounds like he is doing the fucking. You might want to drop that at the door, knock and run for your life,”
