“I thought you’d hand me a piece of bread with mayonnaise on it. Not—” I grab the wrap and take a bite. I don’t bother holding back my moan. “Not heaven in the form of ground beef and melted cheese. Hell. This is delicious.” “And you didn’t even have to stop at Taco Bell.” “Yeah. I’m upping your pay to two hundred and fifty thousand, and I’m not going to let you argue with me.”
