"Go on." Dust sat down on her haunches, glaring across the desk. "I can wait. Apparently I don't have a duty shift." Dust would never have spoken to her boss this way before—at least not before getting a liter of cider in her first. But she'd done this dance three times now, and it always ended the same way. Being friendly with the boss never helped, so what was the point? The least she could do was make the experience as miserable and difficult as possible. It was only fair.