I am sorry for snapping at you for googling something while I was in your office yesterday. But you see, I have google at home, and well, my hourly rate is a lot less than yours.
There was no reason to clarify over and over again that your boss comes up with an hourly rate, and it's not all for you. I know you are rich, you know I am unemployed, it's all good.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Eaves
PS: I stole your pen, but not on purpose. I don't even like using pens.
PSS: You had lovely, sparkly green eyes, but I wanted to untuck your shirt and mess up your hair.
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