“Don’t ask. In the middle of two six-day weeks on the new job.”
“Wow. That’s intense.”
“Yeah. Things are going OK, though.”
“Just what do you DO for work, anyway?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
“Really? I’ve heard that a million times before.”
“Can you afford to take the chance?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“You don’t know who I work for, and what I’ve seen daily on the job.”
“Now I’m intrigued. Give me SOME details!”
“Fine. I banish late Flash Fiction posters to Hades.”
“You’re one to talk!”
“Oops. Right.”