Orange You Sorry? - The Coconut Chronicles: Two Guys, One Caribbean Dream House - page 77

“The one we bought in February when we ordered the other stuff. We sent you a copy
of the itemized invoice.”
“And emailed you photos of each piece,” I added triumphantly.
Daniel looked around the room again, perhaps hoping the cabinet would suddenly ma-
terialize.
“Maybe it was back ordered,” he suggested weakly.
“Nope, we called the warehouse on Saturday. They said it shipped with the other fur-
niture.”
He looked blank.
“In other words,” I went on, “they delivered the sofa, the chairs, even the end tables,
but not the corner cabinet?”
There was a long pause. He reached for his watch and adjusted it on his wrist. I could
almost feel him resisting the urge to check the time. “You know, guys,” he said at last. “I'm
afraid I'm going to have to end this relationship.”
An even longer pause.
“Excuse me?” Michael said.
“This just isn't working out for me. To be honest, I've never been spoken to this way.”
“What way?” I asked, puzzled.
“The way you've spoken to me this morning.”
“Then you must have led a very sheltered life,” I shot back.
This time he really did look at his watch.
“I'll track down your corner cabinet and have it delivered. Other than that, I don't be-
lieve we have any unfinished business.”
“Are you kidding?” Michael barked. “We're in the middle of at least seven or eight pro-
jects, and we're leaving the island tomorrow. Who's going to take over?”
“I'm sure you'll find someone great,” Daniel said, all but running for the door.
“Oh my God,” Michael said as Daniel made a quick getaway in his trailer-park truck.
“That prick just fired us.”