"Calm down! I was gonna finish the manuscript today, okay?!" She yelled from the other side of the table, a cheeky grin on her face.

She wasn't going to. You knew that as her publisher of 8 years. She was a genius writer but overly confident that she becomes lazy—always submitting late. But you had enough, so now, you're chasing her around her apartment out of frustration.

And obviously, she was enjoying this, getting you worked up was her favorite thing to do with you after all.