I am always fully in control of my company, my family, and my life. Even my diet is perfectly regulated-that includes no candy.
Except when my new assistant sprays chocolate sauce all over me and passes out drunk in my car, it marks the point where my control over everything starts to unravel.
My new billionaire boss looks like he needs something sweet in his life. I graciously offered to let him stick his hand in my candy jar. It has salt water taffy and gummy worms! I can't believe he thought it was inappropriate!
In an effort to redeem myself, I set out to show Mace that I wasn't a clumsy, car destroying, electronic-killing, accident-prone, walking disaster. That lasted all of five minutes before I set his seaweed and quinoa lunch on fire. Yeah, I didn't know that was a thing either.
I can tell I'm a bad influence. I see him lick his lips when we're alone. I just have to convince him to take one little bite . . . Because once he has a taste, he's going to want to stick his whole face in my candy jar!