But he'd've fired her otherwise." I think the case is most clear, Mr. Williamson. You have turned my highly efficient and well-run station into a sham...bles. Improvements in on-air personnel have been negated by your own selfish motives. I don't care if you fuck everything that moves around here, as long as it doesn't hurt the station." Mr. Powers, let me explain." I know the explanation, Mr. Williamson. And I'm not interested in any lies. You're fired."For a second, Williamson stood and stared,. I was glad he did.We headed to the cafeteria where I noticed the main lunchtime dish: stuffed manicotti. “Franklin, lunch is Italian today: Manicotti stuffed with a spinach and ricotta cheese filling. It’s served with a garlicky red tomato sauce and freshly shredded Parmesan cheese. I wish I could eat more than one. You should probably take two.”We took our salads and lucky us, the main dish arrived before we sat down. I told Kimi I wanted one. She put a spoonful of sauce on a plate, one. “Good to hear, hey Marc, I have some bad news, we just got a call from uncle Paul, grandpa’s not feeling well.” I felt a pang of sadness.“Oh, is it very serious?”“We aren’t sure, it wasn’t quite clear. But your dad and I are leaving now. We won’t be here when you arrive, but Jenn will be.”“Alright mom, I understand. For how long will you guys be gone?”“A few days, a week maybe.”“Hmm alright.”“Okay honey, we gotta go, love you.”“Love you mom, greetings to dad and good luck. Keep us. I'm just stressed. I have finals coming up in two weeks, soccer practice is killing me because playoffs are here, and I really want something I can't have." I raised my eyebrows at him, seeing if he could take the hint. He laughed huskily and retorted, "Ah, yes, I know the feeling. Quite well actually. But we all want things we can't have." And winked at me. "Who says we can't?" I pouted and batted my eyelashes. The bell rang cutting off his next sentence. "You know what I want," he replied,.