“You’re very good at your job,” I say. Annie raises her brows. Smirks. “Well, at least there’s that.” “I didn’t mean it like—” “I know,” she cuts me off, still smiling. “I’m sure you’re good at a lot of things.” I did not just say that. Did not just lay out the most thickly innuendo-laden statement of all time to my freaking employee.