Maybe Later

My personal assistant-a.k.a. half my brain-has abandoned me to have a baby. Alright, alright, I'm not a total jerk, but the temporary virtual assistant Carla left in her place is driving me crazy. I've repeatedly refused to fill out Amy Walker's way-too-friendly questionnaire. But somehow, she ninjas me into giving up details about my private life-all while suffering her oh-so-subtle jabs at my likes, dislikes, even my system for running my business. I don't care what she heard, I am not a ...