He groaned, his head dropping into his hands. "This is harassment. I'm calling HR."
Esme burst out laughing, the sound rich and unapologetic. "Darling, I am HR. Now, unless you're planning to add another fifty million to your debt by filing a baseless complaint, I suggest you get started."
Aron's eyes darted back to the books, and his shoulders sagged in defeat. He could already feel the stress mounting as he imagined the sheer embarrassment of this task.
As he grabbed the books and made for the door, Esme called after him, her voice dripping with mock encouragement. "Oh, and Aron? Make sure you capture the emotional nuances of each character. I expect nothing less than brilliance!"
He didn't turn back, but his muttered curses echoed down the hallway.
Esme leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "That'll teach him to mess with me," she said, flipping open her laptop and resuming her leisurely day.