Acting like stupid people drunk on love, they ran away from Archer. Inconspicuously, they took a turn and moved towards their ice cream van. A few kids were standing at the window looking for the ice cream, but Trevor was shooing them away telling them that they were all finished with the ice cream.
"Hey! Run along!" shouted Trevor.
"Motherflocker!" shouted a cute child.
"What did you just call me?" screamed Trevor but the kids just stuck their tongues out and ran away from there.
"Wow! Even getting insulted by kids, good going, Trevor," taunted Journee.
"You, you, I am your boss," he snapped at her.
She boarded the van and without blinking she moved forward and stood in his face. With one raised eyebrow she opened the knot of her shirt and straightened it out. While buttoning up her shirt she clapped back, "You are not my boss. You are just the liaison between different law departments. Even if we see our ranks, I am your superior."
"But… but you report to me," gulped Trevor.
