Pardon the late response. I was off yesterday, thank, Merlin. I was practically a ghoul after working through that paperwork! and our poor owl apparently can't be bothered to find me at home. I hope your coffee got you through the day. I think I've had the equivalent of two pots by now and I'm still sleepy.

While I fully agree that this man deserves a swift kick in the rear, he is twenty years my senior and has a mountain of experience. That and his misogyny make me reluctant to release my pettiness. One word from him to my boss and it could mean the end of my career. Trust me, I've dreamt of detailed plans on how to enact my revenge. Perhaps at his retirement party.

A niffler at work? That doesn't sound efficient at all. Reminds me to keep my valuables close to me, too. I see you've figured out I don't work in the beast department, either.

Oh, no. You, sir, would be doing the heartbreaking, so I may use it as an excuse to become the spurned spinster. Nothing to stop my ambition if I don't have to explain why I've not married yet. That being said, it would be an honor to have my heart fake-broken by you. And no, I've no gentleman callers to speak of, in case that weren't already obvious.