Sworn to the Shadow God by Ruby Dixon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Ruby Dixon
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ELSEWHERE
MAX
Maxine, where is my coffee?”
I grimace and jump to my feet, racing toward my
boss’s office. “It’s brewing right now, Mr. Perkins. I’ll
bring it right in.”
“Why’s it taking so long?” His voice was utterly petulant, as it always
was. “I have to be on my call in four minutes.”
“I’ll have it to you before then, I promise,” I told him, faking a bright
smile before I turned and calmly walked to the far end of the office floor,
where the coffee station was set up. I’d sort of forgotten to make his coffee
when I came in, but I always forgot that sort of thing. I just need to make it
looked like I’m on the ball now.
Not that I should be making anyone’s coffee with a degree in computer
science, but fuck it. A job’s a job, right? I’m just pretending to be a
secretary—excuse me, executive assistant—until a position in the right
department opens up. I smooth my dumb jacket and hope no one notices
I’m wearing a blazer over a T-shirt or I’ll get a wardrobe citation. Again.
I jerk the paper cup of coffee out from under the brewer the moment it’s
full and dump cream and sugar in it, one of each, just like how my
dickweed boss likes it.
“Hey Max,” a familiar voice calls, but I hold up a finger and slam a lid
on the coffee.
“Hold that thought. Mr. Perkins has a meeting. BRB.”
My buddy Jim blinks at me. “Did you just literally say B-R-B?”
I shrug and race as fast as I can back to my boss’s office with his coffee.
It slops over the lid despite my efforts, burning my hand, and I nearly take a
tumble in my high heeled work shoes that aren’t required, but are ‘highly
recommended’.
God, I hate being a corporate drone.
“Here we go,” I call out, just as Mr. Perkins glares at me from over his
bifocals, his hand on his phone as a conference call blares over the
speakers.
“You’re spilling it everywhere, Maxine,” he protests, plucking tissue
from a box and swiping it on the puddle I leave on his desk. “Can’t you do
this without making a mess?”
I cringe, because I totally did make a mess. “I know, I’m sorry. I was
trying to hurry. I’ll do better.” I say that every time, and every time I always
forget, rush around, and then make the same big sloppy mess I always do.
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