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Holly called the team over. “We’re out of here.”
“But—” the FedEx guy looked incredibly upset.
“You have my permission to get those packages off the plane and get them moving again.” She had absolutely no authority here, but she didn’t see any reason for that to stop her.
“Oh, thank God. What about my plane?”
“Have the police arrest this asshole for being an asshole.”
“What the hell?” Mr. Toupee sounded ready to pitch a fit. She didn’t remember him having a black eye, but it was swelling up impressively.
Holly rested her hand on his shoulder and pinched the upper pectoral.
He gasped, then squeaked. Bonus pack: he also stopped talking.
“It’s not nice to interrupt a lady when she’s speaking.” She didn’t let go despite assorted whimpers. “Throw him in jail and ask the judge to set
