My sister hired someone new to help advertise the hotel she runs in LA. She was my age, and she always did as she was told. So I decided to use that to my advantage.

I was painting my nails when I saw her walk past. She was carrying a clipboard with a small jar, clearly collecting the rent and checking off names of who she's gotten money from already. But I wanted coffee. Now.

"Hey, you. Go get me a coffee."

I said with a smirk, knowing she'd do it.

"Now."