Book 7: My Baby!

Gene

I swear, I can’t get anything done today without one annoying person or another screaming in my head. And this one is the worst because its whiny, high-pitched sound makes me want to hurl.

‘What do you want?’ I ask, hoping that it’ll shut up as soon as she gets whatever babbling she’s planning out of her system. I wish Alpha Mark’s castle was just a little bit farther away from the spa I’m visiting today. If it were out of range, I’d have some peace and quiet.

‘Want? What do I want?!’ screams Barbara. It’s worse when she’s screaming because not only is it high-pitched and whiny, but it’s also loud. It’s going to give me a royal headache, I just know it.

‘That was the question,’ I say.

But that only makes her louder. ‘This was YOUR mission and YOUR plans for world domination or whatever stupid fucking thing you had planned, but I’M the one rotting in a prison cell, and NOT for the first time!’

‘Well, you shouldn’t have gotten