"Assorted sparkling water my ass." I looked down at the ice bucket filled with bottles of sparkling water among the glittering ice under the bright lights of the conference room. "What kind of assorted flavour crate doesn't carry lime? That's an essential flavour in literally everything. Have you ever seen lemon soda? No, that's sparkling lemonade. This isn't sparkling water, it's sparkling lemonade. If it was lime, it would be a different story."
"Ehm, what's the difference?" The delivery man asked like that was a sane question at all.
"What's the difference? What's the difference!?" I grabbed a bottle of sparkling lemon out of the bucket and held it up. "Lemon is sweeter than lime, which sets me up for failure. Lime offers a sharp tartness followed by a bitter aftertaste, reminiscent of alcohol, which makes my clients feel at ease because it's a placebo effect, which will get me everything I want in the world because I'm good at manipulation, YOU IMBECI— ah, monsieur DiBiancci!"
