Page 66 of Positively Pricked
His calmness grated on me, and I had a nearly uncontrollable urge to yank off my own shoes and hurl them straight at his head, one by one.
But I didn't – mostly because I couldn't afford to replace them.
So, with what little dignity I could muster, I took a deep, calming breath. And then, I coolly informed him, "I'm not your employee. And I'mnotgoing to be."
Prick.
He said, "You think."
"No," I told him. "Iknow. There's a difference."
"Right."
"And," I said, "in case you're too stubborn to realize it, I'm declining your offer."
He looked utterly unfazed. "You can't 'til you see it."
"Ihaveseen it," I said. "You just showed it to me."
"You saw the description. You didn't see the offer."
I gave a snort of derision. "So what? I don't care what you're offering. The answer's still no."
But as it turned out, that was a total lie.
