"That is no excuse for using the language she did. Not on you, not on anyone."
"But as you wish; I will show restraint. But the co-ordinated campaign of birds crapping on her precious car is not mine to stop. You'll have to discuss that with my Miss Chief of Security and she is far less forgiving than I..."
Artair--- stifles a laugh. Of course Susan would be a part of the effort, and that was a battle he'd never convince her not to wage. Also, as far as revenge went, bird poop special attack was... pretty much as harmless as one could get.
He clears his throat, trying to maintain some trace of decorum. He's not losing his shit imagining 600 birds painting that crappy customer's car a new shade of white. Maybe she was having a bad day but she did.....realllllly rail into him for it. "Thank you, James. I'll take it. Do you think we can at least convince her not do that while anyone's driving? I'd prefer the only accident to be the special delivery itself."
"Of course! I taught her all I know about proper dramatic timing," James grinned, "only ever right after she parks the car or right before she unlocks it." "Pretty sure I can convince them to write a message too, if you want. Or if I want."









