The phome rang. I picked it up.
"Are you sitting down?" Curran's voice asked.
"Yes."
"Good."
Click.
I listened to the disconnect signal. If he wanted me to sit, then I'd stand. I got up. The chair got up with me and I ended up bent over my desk, with the chair stuck to my butt. I grabbed the edge of the chair and tried to pull it off. It remained stuck.
I would murder him. Slowly. And I'd enjoy every second of it.
I sat back sown and tried to push from the chair. No dice. I clamped the sides of the table and tried to twist myself off. The chair legs screeched, scraping across the carpet.
Okay.
I picked up the phone and dialed Andrea's extension.
"Yes?"
"He glued the chair to my ass."
Silence.
"Is it still...attached?"
"I can't get it off"
Andrea made some chocking noises that sounded suspiciously like laughter. "Does it hurt?"
"No. But I can't get up"
Chocking turned into moans.