I stay sitting a moment longer before I nod and push up from the desk. I’m not used to men calling me entitled or spoiled, no matter how true either of these things may or may not be. It’s almost refreshing, being talked to as if I’m a normal, albeit unhinged, aunt and not someone that’s killed a number of people I will not disclose with my bare hands. I should feel embarrassed, put in my place. Instead, I’m fucking thrilled.
