Ophelia cleared her throat, obviously annoyed. She stood at the head of the table and tapped the toe of her high-heeled shoe. “Are those yellow rubber duckies on your swim trunks?” I looked down and grinned. “Hell yeah, they are. Cool, right?” I stuck my foot out. “They match my Crocs.” “You realize this is a job interview, yeah?” “Actually, crumpets, I’ve already landed the gig. This is a logistics meeting. But I believe in foreplay. Ya gotta break the ice and get warmed up before jumping into business. Nothing says, “I’m your new best friend for the next six weeks” like a pair of yellow duck
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