Chapter Twelve
Delicious & Vicious Chat
Wilder: I don’t know what’s going on, but I was in with Silas finalizing details that should have been Jupiter’s job, but he still hasn’t shown up for work yet! Anywayyyyy, I’ve just got kicked out of Silas’s office when Booker came in looking fit to murder someone. Does anyone know what happened?
Isley: Busy over here being drowned in emails!
Lennon: I haven’t seen anyone except you know who… he’s in a foul mood and it doesn’t matter what I do, he has to find fault with it… I think I’m gonna quit.
Hollis: What? You will do no such thing. Come to my office Lennon, let's see if we can figure it out.
Bowie: What’s happening? Why would Booker go all bear? He’s been really sweet lately. Did you see the flowers he gave to his secretary for her birthday? They were beautiful and her favorite.
Wilder: We weren’t talking about flowers here. Let’s figure why I got shouted at by Silas and him hightailing it around his office desk to get a grip of Booker when he looked as if he was going to shift?
Hollis: Are you exaggerating what happened, Wilder?
Wilder: One time I over egged the pudding.
Bowie: Why would you knowingly over egg any pudding? I don’t understand.
Wilder: It’s a figure of speech. Like I may have exaggerated one time and now everyone assumes I do it all the time. I can tell you, I’m not over egging the pudding. Booker was madder than a bear dragged out of hibernation.
Hollis: Are you positive?
Wilder: Absolutely.
Frey: Maybe he went to the coffee lounge and found there was no cake left. That would make me mad.
Hollis: Yes, let's not rake up the last time you got cross with Monty over eating the last slice of tart.
Monty: Do I hear my name being called in vain?
Bowie: Why can’t you guys talk normal, so I understand what it is y’all meaning. What has vanity got to do with anything?
Hollis: I’ll explain later, Bowie. For now, let’s get back to work.
Wilder: So that’s a no then…