“We should do something!” she says, getting excited when I don’t argue her point. “Put fish in his office so it stinks and people think he has poor hygiene. Hack into his email and send nudes to people. Order him some kind of food he’s allergic to so his face blows up right before a big meeting. Or maybe—” I cut her off, my face a mask of horror and confusion. “Are you okay?” She looks at me like I’m the insane one in this room.
