Once his face fills that little rectangle on my screen, I let loose a gloating smile. “Say hello to my boss.” He doesn’t say anything. Not one word, but it doesn’t matter. That entire room goes dead quiet. My mother does the sign of the cross. My dad screams like a little girl. One of my uncles falls back in his chair as another spits out his drink. My brother’s jaw drops, and then I know without a shadow of a doubt he’s about to let loose a curse word, so I reach over and cover Harper’s ears just before he lets it rip. “SHE’S WORKIN’ FOR LUKE FUCKING ALLEN!”
