Oakley was sitting at Iris’s new desk when they entered the office, spinning in the chair like a child.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.” She grinned at Jay, “good morning your highness.”
“Good morning, Oakley.” He pointed at her and nodded at Iris, “she’s really with the program.”
“She’s getting everything she wants!” Iris protested. “She asks and it’s suddenly provided to her with great aplomb. Everything I want is vetoed and rejected.”
“Oakley needs a title,” Jay ignored her complaints. “I’m going to ask my mother to look into making her a Lady. Lady Oakley. It sounds lovely.”
Oakley giggled and then grunted when Iris kicked her shin and motioned for her to get out of her chair. “Bo said you’d find me a place to set up. He said it can be your first official job as floor ass
