The Office Party

“Back when I thought you were Satan, I imagine that you were thrilled about it.”

“No,” he says, pulling me into his lap. “I was quite hurt, actually. I thought, how could this woman hate me so much when she’s literally the same when it comes to work?”

“I’ve never been anything like you.”

“So why do they hate you more than me now?” He smiles. “Have you decided to give them a break on this year’s office party since you’re in charge of it now?”

“Hell no,” I say. “It’s one hundred percent mandatory, and we’re doing everything on the list.”

THE END, again