"Would ya move?" Nick asked annoyed.
"In a minute," she said, in a fake but sweet voice.
"What are you doing?"
"Writing in my journal. And it's official," she said, looking up to catch his eye, "you are the most stubborn person I have ever worked for. 3 months! No one else comes close to that!"
"I'm sure all the other genies have had to deal with stubborn people." At least he was admitting to being stubborn.
"Yeah, all those other genies! All three of 'em!"
"There's only four of you?"
"Yeah, the girls would get mad if we had too many.
"Girls?" Nick repeated. "You're telling me that all the genies in the world are women?"
"Yes," Hathor said, trying to be calm. "There used to be a guy but somehow-he got testosterone in his system. We had to get rid of him."
"Cause he had testosterone?" Nick asked, gaping.
"Yes! That hormone is the worst ever. Men have disgusting thoughts."
"How the hell do you know?" Nick demanded. 'If she's been reading my thoughts…'
"We genies have our ways." Hathor grinned and snapped her journal closed. "I'll see you around. I'm going to see Ringo. He promised me drum lessons."
And she was gone leaving a frustrated Nick who was chalked full of testosterone-that terrible hormone-alone in his kitchen.
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