It had to be done.
I confess, I am the culprit.
It all started when our Fearless FinePrint Leader Stephany Evans mentioned she had a galley I wanted. Casually taunting me. Casually sneering (except I'm pretty sure Steph doesn't actually sneer since she's quite nice if you're not trying to grab galleys from her.)
I yearned for that book!
I could not involve the minions. They were busy doing actual work.
I could not involve the new interns. They are too wide-eyed and innocent to corrupt into my Evil Ways (this soon anyway...next week all bets are off)
I could not involve The Suzenator. She was off making sure more copies of PERSONAL DEMONS were being delivered to every store in the country....personally.
Fortunately the Herpet American assistant rose to the call of duty. She slithered into Stephany's office and embraced her. REALLY e.m.b.r.a.c.e.d her. Stephany was too busy gasping for air to see me stealthily swim by.
I searched the office.
The bag o'mss
The second bag o'running gear.
The shelves! The desk! The chair! The Lair! The godsend's perch! Frantically I searched high and low!
Then, my prize was revealed! I grabbed it. I kissed it! I leaped out the window clutching the galley and my parasol as a parachute!
Oh...could someone go tell the Herpet-American assistant it's time to go home, and get Stephany some oxygen?
I'm kinda busy reading here.
I wonder if I'll have a job on Monday?