Boss lady-3

I opened and closed cabinets – there must have been twenty of them! – as quietly as I could.

“Tim! Tim, come out here.” Jenna called.

I dashed from the kitchen, nervously twisting a dishtowel in my hands.

“Stand in front of me.” she directed, and I obeyed.

“Umm. What are you doing out there? Where’s my drink?”

“Im sorry, Ma’am. Sorry. I searched everywhere for the vodka, but I haven’t found it yet. I’m sorry, Ma’am.” I said, the words tripping over each other.

“So, let’s see if I’ve got this right. You decided that I could wait for my drink while you run all over the kitchen?”

Jenna rose from the sofa and walked up to me.

“Is that it, Tim?”

I know that my mouth was opening when the flat of her hand came like lightning across my face. Then the other hand.

“Give me that thing, stupid”. Jenna said, yanking the dishtowel from my hands.

“Look at me, Tim. Do I look like I’m fooling?” Jenna said, right in my face.

“Next time you don’t know something, and you need that something to please me, you come to me and you politely ask. I don’t have time for you to take care of your ego. Is this sinking in, Timothy?” she said, stepping back, and looking stern, indeed.