Juliette's POV

“…and then he tripped — blam! — into the supply box!” I laughed so hard I had to stop walking, clutching my stomach as I balanced the phone on my shoulder. “You should’ve seen his expression, Sandra. It was pure panic. Like a deer caught in headlights.”

"Juliette, you’re evil." Sandra’s laughter crackled through the line. "That poor intern’s going to quit one of these days because of you.”

“Please, he needed a little humility. He keeps calling himself ...