“Pllleeaaaasseee can I come to work with you?”

Sighing in an annoyed tone, Shawn pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, Ivy, you can’t come with me.” He knew full well this argument was hopeless. He despised how this little girl could just push him around. Actually, he hated how everyone could push him around. Was he really that pathetic?

“Pretty please?”

Another annoyed huff. “No! Ivy, you nearly got me fired last time!”

The ten-year-old rolled her eyes skyward, “Pfft. It’s not my fault that lady got in the way! I was trying to drop that book on you.”

Why was it he kept her around? It was most certainly not for moral support. Shawn clenched a fist to the point his knuckles popped. “Ivy, I swear to God-”

“PLEASE can I come Shawny? Pretty pretty please? I’ll give you a cookie!”

For as many times as Ivy promised the college student a cookie, he had yet to see even a crumb.

“No! Ivy, you can’t com-”

“PLEASE?”

Alright. That’s it.

Shawn breaking point.

“GRAH! Fine! But hurry up!”