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“How long have you been planning this prank?” Pippi asked.

“Like a year. It took so long to take all of these photos. But when Daddy told me I could get some new art for the resort, I knew the time was now. He’s going to kill me.” Sadie giggled, not the slightest niggle of worry or trepidation in her words or actions.

Pippi on the other hand felt like she might be sick. “Do you think we will finish before he catches us?”

“Probably not, but the lobby is done and that was my main goal. He’ll probably let us keep these displayed here. The other Littles will love them.”

“The Littles might, but what about the staff?” A woman Pippi had been told was Nanny J came walking down the hall. Her heels clicking against the stark white marble.

Moses threw his hands in the air and immediately started to sign while Sadie laughed so hard she almost fell over.

“I’ll deal with you later, naughty boy,” Nanny J spoke as she signed back to him. “Put this cart away and go busy yourself with something more productive,” she instructed.

He nodded, but before he left, he went to her and gave her a non-too chaste kiss. Pippi put the puzzle together in her mind. Nanny J must be his Domme. He was so much bigger than she was, Pippi wondered what a scene with the two of them must look like.

“As for you two”—Nanny J turned her attention to Sadie and Pippi—“Master Derek’s office, now. March.” She pointed down the hall.

Pippi was a ball of nerves as they made their way to the office, passing the therapy offices on their way. It was only a matter of time before Ms. Cat and Mr. Sam got there and discovered what she had done. She couldn’t fathom what their reaction was going to be, but once she and Sadie got to Master Derek’s office and were standing in front of the big angry man’s desk, all thoughts of the Dentens left her mind.

“Sadie, angel, what possessed you to think that swapping out all of the art pieces for naughty stuffie photos was a good idea.”

“You said I could update the art! I even used your credit card!”

Master Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, at least I can be thankful you didn’t use the business account. If Willem thought you were funding ridiculous pranks with Ranch money, I’d never hear the end of it.”

“I thought they were cute.” Sadie pouted.

Derek raised a brow. “So you’re telling me this was a legitimate choice and not a prank? Because I have to tell you, if it was, then I will seriously have to reconsider what you are in charge of around here.”

Sadie rolled her eyes and sighed. “Of course it was a prank. It’s National Prank Day! Surprise!”

“It’s what now?”

“National Prank Day. The day where lots of people pull pranks on other people,” Sadie explained.

“I thought I had until April first to prepare for prank day.”

Sadie giggled and shook her head. “You thought wrong.”

Derek half smiled as he scrubbed his hands over his face. It was obvious he was trying to keep himself from laughing. “So is it safe to say there are other Littles also planning pranks for today?”

Sadie shrugged. “I’m only in charge of me. I don’t control what everyone else does.”

“You may not control it, but you are a heavy influence.” He pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. “All right, who else is involved?”

Sadie shrugged. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Piper, who else is involved? And remember the warning I gave you about lying, young lady.”

Pippi swallowed hard. She should have known, she’d been too hopeful that she could avoid his wrath.

She’d opened her mouth to plead with him when a knock at the door saved her.

Erika poked her head into the office. “Master Derek, Chef Connor is on line one and he doesn’t sound happy.”

Master Derek sighed deeply and reached for his phone. Pippi shuffled her feet, knowing exactly what was about to happen next. Instead of the receiver lifting off the phone’s base, it literally crumbled in his hand.

He sat silently, a look of utter disbelief on his face as he looked at the mess in his hand. Cake. “So, Heaven is also a part of your prank war.” He shook his head.

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