Every week, Katie will blog about the extraordinary secret her boss has shared with her.
Don't Tell Chiles…
Ok. So, I have this tendency to say whatever comes to my mind. Although embarrassing, never before has my chatty nature endangered others. With Dr. Chiles permanently placed in our lab, my verbose nature could literally kill Dr. Powell. To protect my world I made a list of phrases never to be spoken:
"Please pass Dr. Powell's DNA sample. I need her mutated genome research."
"Sorry I'm late. Stopped to pick up 300 granola bars and two pairs of sneakers."
"It's a shame they put that sketch of Jim Powell on the news. Vigilantes get no respect nowadays."
"Remember that time I flirted with you to steal your access card?"
"It perplexes me no one in the Powell family turned pliant. Every family needs a Rubber Girl or Elastic Boy."
"Can't talk right now. Pulling sidekick double duty tracking Steph's zooping vitals and ionizing the specimen fragments in her perspiration."
Can you think of anything else I might say that would be dangerous to our livelihood?!