Crazy for the Boss (Crazy in Love Book 1) by Ashlee Mallory Page B
Authors: Ashlee Mallory
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preference over people who’ve been there and working in the time I’ve been gone, but…”
The woman glanced behind her, already looking like maybe she’d said too much.
“It’s okay. You can tell me,” Quinn said, hoping to urge her on and trying to ignore the ticking clock and the training she was supposed to be starting soon.
“Well, many of the other shift supervisors were complaining about their hours and how they were working more than they wanted to, and when I tried to pick up a shift from one of them, Paul nixed the idea. No explanation, just said the schedule was created for a reason. Now, in the six years I worked there, managers traded shifts all the time. It was never an issue, but for whatever reason…” Lauralee tapped her fingers on her knee nervously. “If it were just me, I could probably hang on a little longer, hope that more shifts will come my way with time, but I have two little girls at home and bills to pay. My mom helps out, and of course, there’s the settlement, but I prefer not to touch that. It’s my emergency fund.”
In the three months since Quinn had been working at Thornhill and become familiar with the procedure and policies in the various restaurants, she had seen for herself how schedules were often traded, and as long as someone’s shift was covered, there weren’t usually any issues. The fact Paul overrode any trade requests was worrisome.
Added to that was the frustration that had Lauralee not been wrongly fired in the first place, had received the time off she’d wanted to take care of her mental health, she would never have lost her seniority and wouldn’t be dealing with starting over on the totem pole of seniority.
“Don’t worry, Lauralee. Let me see what I can do.”
“That’s the other thing and why I’ve been nervous to come to you. If Paul finds out I was here making a complaint, he’s going to be really pissed. You know, maybe I shouldn’t have come back. Maybe I should just start looking for another job. Now that I’m employed again, I think other employees will be more likely to consider me for management jobs.”
From what Quinn remembered, Lauralee had had a tough time finding anything but entry-level positions after she was fired, especially since she’d still been struggling with her PTSD and medication. “If you feel like you want options and want to look for other jobs, of course you should do so,” Quinn said carefully. “But why don’t you let me see what I can do. I’ll be subtle when I talk to Paul. I can make it sound like there were other employees who were frustrated. But regardless, your coming to me with your concerns is not a reason for Paul to do anything to you. I’ll make sure of that, okay?”
Lauralee nodded and Quinn could see the smallest sign of hope in the woman’s eyes.
“I am sorry to cut things short, but I have a training I’m starting in the next few minutes. Why don’t you give me a day or two to see what I can get resolved and I’ll get back to you. Okay?”
The woman came to her feet. “Thanks, Quinn.”
It wasn’t until late afternoon that Quinn finally finished the training and returned to her office. Standing a few feet away and talking to Jeannie was Paul.
Coincidence? She hardly thought so. It was like a fishbowl here sometimes; someone probably saw Lauralee speaking with Quinn and passed the word on to Paul.
It was hard for Quinn to hide her distaste for the man. His overinflated ego and overconfidence were evident even in his stance, which had made taking his deposition a few months ago even more of a challenge. He hadn’t thought much of Quinn then, and the way he stared at her now with that smug smile on his thin lips told her that he still didn’t think much of her now.
“Tell Dennis I’ll be by to chat with him later, would you, Jeannie?” he asked and stepped toward Quinn, not waiting for the assistant’s reply. “Quinn, do you have a minute?”
If she had a dime for
The woman glanced behind her, already looking like maybe she’d said too much.
“It’s okay. You can tell me,” Quinn said, hoping to urge her on and trying to ignore the ticking clock and the training she was supposed to be starting soon.
“Well, many of the other shift supervisors were complaining about their hours and how they were working more than they wanted to, and when I tried to pick up a shift from one of them, Paul nixed the idea. No explanation, just said the schedule was created for a reason. Now, in the six years I worked there, managers traded shifts all the time. It was never an issue, but for whatever reason…” Lauralee tapped her fingers on her knee nervously. “If it were just me, I could probably hang on a little longer, hope that more shifts will come my way with time, but I have two little girls at home and bills to pay. My mom helps out, and of course, there’s the settlement, but I prefer not to touch that. It’s my emergency fund.”
In the three months since Quinn had been working at Thornhill and become familiar with the procedure and policies in the various restaurants, she had seen for herself how schedules were often traded, and as long as someone’s shift was covered, there weren’t usually any issues. The fact Paul overrode any trade requests was worrisome.
Added to that was the frustration that had Lauralee not been wrongly fired in the first place, had received the time off she’d wanted to take care of her mental health, she would never have lost her seniority and wouldn’t be dealing with starting over on the totem pole of seniority.
“Don’t worry, Lauralee. Let me see what I can do.”
“That’s the other thing and why I’ve been nervous to come to you. If Paul finds out I was here making a complaint, he’s going to be really pissed. You know, maybe I shouldn’t have come back. Maybe I should just start looking for another job. Now that I’m employed again, I think other employees will be more likely to consider me for management jobs.”
From what Quinn remembered, Lauralee had had a tough time finding anything but entry-level positions after she was fired, especially since she’d still been struggling with her PTSD and medication. “If you feel like you want options and want to look for other jobs, of course you should do so,” Quinn said carefully. “But why don’t you let me see what I can do. I’ll be subtle when I talk to Paul. I can make it sound like there were other employees who were frustrated. But regardless, your coming to me with your concerns is not a reason for Paul to do anything to you. I’ll make sure of that, okay?”
Lauralee nodded and Quinn could see the smallest sign of hope in the woman’s eyes.
“I am sorry to cut things short, but I have a training I’m starting in the next few minutes. Why don’t you give me a day or two to see what I can get resolved and I’ll get back to you. Okay?”
The woman came to her feet. “Thanks, Quinn.”
It wasn’t until late afternoon that Quinn finally finished the training and returned to her office. Standing a few feet away and talking to Jeannie was Paul.
Coincidence? She hardly thought so. It was like a fishbowl here sometimes; someone probably saw Lauralee speaking with Quinn and passed the word on to Paul.
It was hard for Quinn to hide her distaste for the man. His overinflated ego and overconfidence were evident even in his stance, which had made taking his deposition a few months ago even more of a challenge. He hadn’t thought much of Quinn then, and the way he stared at her now with that smug smile on his thin lips told her that he still didn’t think much of her now.
“Tell Dennis I’ll be by to chat with him later, would you, Jeannie?” he asked and stepped toward Quinn, not waiting for the assistant’s reply. “Quinn, do you have a minute?”
If she had a dime for
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