The Boss, the Brother, and the Accidental Call

Summary

I accidentally pocket-dialed my boss while my brother was trying on a new sweater.

"It's too small, I can't get it on."

"Impossible. I measured you before I bought it."

"It's stuck! Be gentle, ow ow ow."

"Okay, okay, I'm fixing it."

I yanked hard and cooed:

"There you go, sweetie. Let big sis rub it better."

"Are you sure?"

He tugged at the tight collar, gasping for air.

Later, rumor had it that the boss took a mysterious call during a meeting, and his face got darker and darker.

He didn't say a word, just proceeded to roast 28 department heads until they cried.