“I’m forwarding all the calls to my cell.” She had a stack of papers, file folders, and her laptop with her as well. “It’s a good thing. I’m not paying you to tour the country like a rock star.” “Do you pay me? I feel more like a slave.” “Please, you’re way cheaper than a slave. You provide your own shelter, pay your own bills.” Ever the multitasker, she stuck her tongue out and clicked her seat belt at the same time.
