Page 36 of Sense & Irritability

Okay, I signed the NDA. Now, can you tell me what this is all about?

My employer is Ian Donavon. And he’s not elderly or feeble like I thought.

Wait

Your boss is Ian Donovan?

Yes.

The Ian Donovan? The guy who founded the Cookie Jar?

Yes.

And is worth like a gajillion dollars?

I don’t know his net worth and I don’t think I could discuss it if I did.

What? Why is that so funny?

Is this helpful?

Because I feel like this is not helpful.

OK…

But, just hear me out.

You thought your boss was some creepy old recluse, but he actually looks like this.

I hate you.

No, you don’t.

In fact, I’m your favorite sibling.

You are my only sibling who hasn’t taken me to court

That’s fair.

Still, I can’t believe you knew your boss was Ian Donovan and you didn’t realize he was the owner of Cookie Jar.

I knew you’d been living under a rock for the past two years. I just didn’t realize the rock was that big and heavy.

Shut up.

So… How hot is he in person?

Because he looks really hot

I don’t know that I’m comfortable discussing the hotness of my rich boss with you.

Noted. So? Very hot.

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