The girl from the deli thinks she can tame me. I shouldn't have hired her as my assistant, but she was the only one who ever had the balls to stand up to me. The mustard-stained apron never suited her anyway. She looks a lot better in stockings and a pencil skirt. She's given me a list. “Smile.” “Tell people ‘good job.’” “No growling!” She doesn’t seem to understand that running a Fortune 500 company isn’t the same thing as selling sandwiches. She’s determined though, and determination is exactly what I’m looking for in my new assistant. So I’ll humor her and follow her little list, just long enough that she thinks she’s got me under control. But once I get her in bed, I’ll growl all I want. WENDY I’m going to tame the big bad Mr. Wolfe, and if I can’t break his iron fist, I’ll at least put a cute little mitten over it so he doesn’t hit his employees so hard.