“It’s the one with the smiley-face on it,” Lilith said, handing the black paper bag over the counter to me. “It needs to be eaten sometime before sundown.”
I glanced at my watch. 8:35. Twenty-five minutes to get to work. Need to get going. Have to be there before him.
“Thanks, Lilith. And I don’t have to do anything else?”
“Just make sure he eats it sometime today.”
I pulled into the lot in front of the office where I was the lowly mail clerk. His car wasn’t in the lot yet, but the one belonging to the bimbo he took home last night still sat in her reserved place. I opened the bag and peered in. Sure enough, the smiley-faced cookie stared up at me. I pulled it out and looked at the others. Like the smiley face, they were shrink-wrapped in clear plastic. They all had a triangle of black M&Ms on them. Where in the world did she get black M&Ms?
I looked at my watch again. Not much time, so I hurried upstairs. I heard conversation coming from the break room, but I was alone in the office. I strolled around the room placing a cookie on each desk, and saved his for last. Then I got to my cubicle and started sorting mail.
He and Bimbo strolled in around ten after nine. She grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear. He gave her butt a pat and sent her on her way. Her with her perfect skin and size 4 body.
The next time I looked up from my sorting, everyone else was in the room, sipping coffee and chowing down on their cookies. Everyone except Bimbo. He was eating hers. I forgot. She never eats sugar. That’s why she’s a size 4. But where was his? Had he eaten it already?
The door to our octogenarian boss’s office opened and he stepped out. For an old guy he was pretty spry. Still had all his hair, too.
“Thanks for sharing yours,” he said to my fantasy lover. “That was the best cookie I ever had. Try to find out where they came from.” He looked around the room and his gaze landed on me. He strolled over and looked down at the piles of mail, and then back at me. “After you’ve delivered all the rest, bring mine into my office.”
“Yes, sir. I’m nearly finished.”
He turned and disappeared into his office. I finished my deliveries to everyone else and entered the inner sanctum. I placed the mail on his desk and turned to leave.
“Please close the door and have a seat, Miss Finney,” he said.
I closed the door and returned to the chair in front of his massive desk. He looked at me and grinned. I looked back at him. Well, I thought, maybe he still has his own teeth, and I guess having an eighty-something billionaire crazy about me can’t be all bad.