Mr. Jenkins stepped into the bakery where Lila and Sophie worked. "Mr. Jenkins? What. what are you doing here?"
“Where is she? Where is that little brat? I have a bone to pick with her!”
"Oh, don't play dumb. Don't act like you don't know.
“Hello, Mr. Jenkins. Did you get my little gift this morning?”
"Do you think this is funny? What if I had been allergic to bees? What the hell is your problem, and by the way, so you know, this means war."
Lila snickered. “You can try all you want, but I'm always going to come out the winner, Mr. Jenkins.”
Mr. Jenkins left, slamming the door behind him. "Lila, what the hell? What did you do?"
“Let's just say I taught him a lesson?”