The Poxfather

First of all, Derek never knew there could anything more annoying than Casey, but it turned out he'd take a dozen Caseys over the chicken pox any day. Luckily, his spots were beginning to scab over and his main concern was keeping Marti from picking at them. She had some sort of fascination with them. It occasionally worried him how strange his baby sister was.

And it turned out, Casey wasn't always completely annoying. In fact, as an employee, she was pretty damn useful. She tripled Frankie's sales and found whole new revenue streams by targeting cliques that Derek had never even considered. Plus, she turned out to be way cooler with breaking the school code than he ever would have given her credit for.

Yep, it was safe to say that if Derek ever decided to go ahead with his world domination plans, he'd have to make Casey one of his right hand men. Woman. Whatever.

But the thing with Casey was, she was too moral and too smart for her own good. And he knew eventually she'd discover some ethically questionable practice of his and would fight him on it and that sooner or later the running of his business would consist mostly of bickering with Casey. (Kind of like how his life now mostly consisted of bickering with Casey.)

Still, it was kind of nice getting along with her for once, working together. And he might seriously consider doing more nice things for her if it meant that she'd smile at him the way she did when he gave her the new cell phone. As gorgeous as she was when he got her angry, there was something to be said for the way she glowed when she was happy.

He gave himself a shake. The pox must be making him delirious. Casey was not pretty or gorgeous or someone he wanted to spend any time with. She was a half-decent saleswoman and a perpetual pain in his ass.

And if he kept telling himself that, maybe one day he'd believe it.