7
“I get the feeling your supervisors don’t like you,” Alex spoke up as we rode the elevator down to the warehouse.
“You’d be right. Stouten wants to see me run over with my own forklift and Mullen just asked me to do something so horrible that I bluntly refused him. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a pink slip in my mailbox tomorrow.”
“Horrible?” Alex repeated. I detected a faint hint of jealous in his voice. “What was that horrible?”
A sly smile crept across my face. “He wanted me to be nice to this big jerk, and I told him I wasn’t that good of an actor.”
Alex smirked. “That big jerk wouldn’t happen to look a lot like me, would he?”
“Oh, I’d say he’s about your height and build.” I stepped back and surveyed his form. “Now that you mention it, you two could probably pass off
