Jake, I am now paying you two hundred dollars because you’re going to the gas station on Howe. You are going to load everything into my car—I mean everything; you will strap boxes to the top if you have to—and then go straight to the venue and help catering get back on schedule. Got it?” Jake starts to sputter again, and I say, “Or you’re not getting paid at all. Because currently you’re getting in my way.”
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