I stared at the email for several moments, before I got up and headed into the kitchen.
I cracked open a few eggs, added sugar, flour, cocoa powder, milk, and began to mix, pour and make the cake.
She walked in as I was cutting up the slab and putting frosting between each layer.
"Celebrating the good news?" She asked me, sounding hopeful. I didn't turn around.
"Making something to help soothe bad news?" She asked, sounding sad.
I still didn't turn around.
"Were the eggs going bad?"
I showed her the email.
"That's extortion!"
I finished making my bribe.
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