“Not fair, Charming,” Ally stormed into my office. She held a clear plastic garment bag aloft. I almost cracked a smile. Almost. “What seems to be the problem, Maleficent?” I knew exactly what her problem was. That bag held four new vests that I’d ordered specifically with torturing her in mind. Sue me. If her mere presence was torturing me, then I could at least make sure she was suffering too.
