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Authors: Claire Adams

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“Yeah,
but what I’m telling you is that you won’t have room for a section, and what
little you’ll be able to put there isn’t really going to be worth the flight of
stairs.”

“Well,
it’s not going to be a flight of stairs,” she says. “It’s only an extra eighteen
inches.”

“Eighteen
inches is a lot,” I tell her. “Unless you want it to just be a sheer three-foot
drop-off, it’s not going to be an efficient use of space.”

“Well,
why don’t we try it my way, and if it doesn’t work out, we can always change it
back to what we talked about yesterday, sound good?” she asks.

It’s
not an unreasonable suggestion, but I’m really not in the mood to haggle.

“It’s
your call,” I tell her. “If you want to waste the money, that’s your choice,
but I do have to tell you that it’s going to take a little more time to get
that much of your floor torn up. You know that it’s concrete under that carpet,
right?”

“I’m
aware,” she says. “Now, why don’t you go see if you can round up the rest of
your crew and let’s do it my way? That’s what I hired you to do, so just do it.”

“I’m
just trying to help,” I tell her.

“It
doesn’t seem like you’re trying to help anything,” she answers. “What it seems
like is that you’re going to just reject any changes that I want to have done
because you don’t want to work your crew. Speaking of which, why are there only
two guys out there? You told me you’d be here by nine.”

“I
was
here by nine,” I answer. “José
was here before that. There’s a lot to do in preparation for this. We can’t
just start tearing shit up without making sure we have the right tools to
survey what we’re doing. I’ve got an electrician and a plumber coming in to
work on any wiring and piping in that storage closet and that wall you want us
to open up for your new window, and that’s something that’ll have to be taken
care of before we can get that taken out. So, if you could just relax and at
least let me and my men get started before you jump all over us with new ideas
that, frankly, are never going to work, maybe you should—”

“Mr.
Dawson,” Jessica interrupts. “I get that you’re having a bad day, and I’m not going
to bother asking why as it’s none of my business. What
is
my business, however, is what happens in my store, and that
includes what your crew does and the way that you talk to me. And to be honest,
I’m not very impressed with either right now, so if you don’t want me to tear
up that contract, maybe you should go back to doing what you do, I’ll go back
to doing what I do and I think we can successfully avoid each other until you
calm down and remember how to behave as a professional.”

Let it go, Eric. Just let it go.

“That’s
pretty rich,” I scoff. “I don’t come in here and tell you what to do with your
lingerie section or how to display your shoes. I get that you’ve got some
ideas, but if you want this coming out in a way that’s not just going to end up
costing you time, money and customers, maybe you should listen to someone
that’s been doing this for a while and get off my back.”

I’m
pretty sure I just talked myself out of a job.

“Mr.
Dawson, I think it would be the best thing for both of us if you leave my
office,” she says.

I’m
looking for something to say to maybe smooth things over, but nothing’s coming
to mind.

“And
I think that should happen now,” she says.

“Great,”
I tell her and walk out of the office.

I
just went off on a client. I’ve never gone off on a client—well, not one that
didn’t deserve it.

Yeah,
some of her ideas are pretty naïve, but I shouldn’t have done any of that.

By
the time I get back to the work area, Ian’s showed up, but Lou’s nowhere to be
found.

“Anyone
seen or heard from Lou?” I ask.

Everyone
just shakes their heads.

I
pull the phone out of my pocket and dial the number.

“Yeah,
boss, I’m headed over now.”

“Do
you know what time it is?” I ask.

“I
know I’m running a little late,” he says, “but you wouldn’t believe this party
last night, boss. It was off the—”

“You’re
fired.”

With
that, I hang up the phone.

I
don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. I feel a lot better, and I didn’t
have to get in hot water with the client.

What’s
left of my crew looks up at me, this being the first time I’ve ever actually
fired someone.

“There’s
room in the unemployment line if that’s what you’re looking for,” I tell them.

I’ve
never seen my men clear an area so quickly.

 

Chapter
Three

Two
Gallons of Regret

Jessica

 

We’re
three weeks into the remodel, and nowhere near completed.

It
took
them
three days just to get everything surveyed
so they knew what to remove before they knocked down the walls and now that
whole area is a complete eyesore.

I
realize that these things take time, but I’ve never seen such a lazy crew in my
life.

Worse
still, Eric has been fighting me on every little change I want to make to the
project. He keeps telling me that we’re setting back the clock, but this is my
store, and I want what I want.

I
do feel kind of bad about having them dig out that two-foot sunken area only to
have them refill half the resulting hole in the store, but how was I supposed
to know that it wasn’t going to work?

Right
now, I’m walking toward the front, trying to keep as much distance between the
crew and myself as possible. If they see me, they don’t bother acknowledging it
and that’s just fine by me.

When
I get to the front, I ask Linda the same question I’ve been asking her for the
past two weeks, “Slow day, huh?”

“Yeah,”
she says. “You’d think with all the beefcake we’ve got in here, we’d be pulling
in all the unhappily married women in town, but everyone’s afraid of getting
splinters in their eyes.

“What
do you think I should do?” I ask. “I thought the job was supposed to be done by
now, and it doesn’t look like they’ve gotten hardly anything done.”

“This
crap takes time,” Linda says. “My dad worked in construction for a few years
when I was a kid. He’d take us by a build a couple of times a week and it never
looked anywhere near done until it was really nearly done.”

“So
you think I should give it more time?” I ask.

“I
don’t know,” she says. “It’s your store. What I
can
tell you is that if business doesn’t start picking up, we’re
going to run into some serious trouble.”

“Yeah,”
I tell her. “You’re right about that part.”

“So,
do you think I should ask Eric out on a date?”

“You
can’t be serious,” I laugh. “He’s got to be one of the most unrefined person
I’ve ever met. You should hear the way he talks to his crew when he thinks
we’re out of earshot.”

“Oh,
I’ve heard him,” Linda says. “I don’t know if it’s the whole gruff male thing
or the fact that I’ve got some pretty serious daddy issues, but hearing him go
off on those guys makes me think I should start bringing a towel to work.”

“A
towel?” I ask, but instantly I regret the question.

“Yeah,
so I can have something between my legs so customers don’t slip on the—”

“Got
it,” I interrupt. “Like I said, though, at least until they’re done working
here, there’s a hands-off policy regarding the crew.”

“Hands
off?” Linda asks. “So that means I could still use my—”

“There’s
no way to end that sentence that’s going to get anything but a ‘no’ out of me,”
I interrupt again.

“And,
by the way, when you first hired them, you said that I could do whatever I wanted
as long as it wasn’t during store hours. I’m starting to get the feeling that
you might have a little crush yourself,” Linda teases.

“That
is absolutely the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” I tell her.

“Shh,”
Linda says, far too loud to be discreet.

I
look up and Eric is walking over to me.

“Hey,”
he says, “can we talk a minute?”

“Sure,”
I answer, forcing a smile.

We’ve
had a number of talks throughout the last few weeks, and not one of them has
been something that I wanted to hear.

Still,
though, it can’t always be a negative thing. At least that’s what I tell myself
so I don’t claw my own eyes out every time he says those six words.

We
get back to my office and he closes the door behind him.

“What’s
up?” I ask.

“I
just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting over the last
little while. The day that I got this job, I—well, the reasons don’t really
matter. You were right when you said that I was being unprofessional, and I’d
like to make it up to you.”

“What
did you have in mind?” I ask.

“How
about dinner?” he asks. “I’m buying.”

“So,”
I sigh, “you wanted to come in here and apologize for being unprofessional by
asking me out on a date?”

“Kind
of,” he says, “yeah.”

“You
really don’t know women very well, do you?” I ask.

“I’m
sure there’s more than a little truth to that statement,” he says, “but I’m not
suggesting anything salacious. Just the two of us over some good food in a
situation that might just help us get along better. I’m not asking you to move
in or anything.”

“I
don’t know,” I tell him. “Dinner sounds a little familiar to me.”

“All
right,” he says, “lunch, then.
Me
and the guys are set
to knock off at noon, we could grab a hot dog or something.”

“I
don’t eat hot dogs,” I tell him, “but thanks for the offer.”

“Well,
what do you eat?” he asks. “I’m sure we can find something that’ll fit the
bill.”

I’m
a bit suspicious, but he does seem to be trying to make a nice gesture.

“It’s
not a date,” I tell him.

“That’s
fine,” he says.

“It’s
just two people who work together going to grab some lunch.”

“All
right,” he says. “I’ll go tell the guys they can go on break, and we can go get
something to eat.”

“All
right,” I tell him. “Let me get my things and I’ll meet you in the front.”

That
was a mistake, as I can already see the faces Linda’s going to pull when she
sees me walk out the door with the man I just got done telling her was so
unrefined. Maybe she’ll understand that we’re just trying to bury the hatchet.

Okay,
that’s just a pipe dream, but I’m sure it won’t be that bad.

Eric
goes and tells his crew whatever he tells them and I grab my jacket and walk
out to meet him.

Linda’s
chatting him up, no doubt using her signature set of single-
entendres
to try to convince him that she’s what he should be drilling.

“Ready
to go?” I ask as I reach the counter.

“Yep,”
he says. “Where’d you decide to eat?”

“You
two are going to lunch together?” Linda asks.

“Yeah,”
Eric says. “Why?”

“Oh,
no reason,” Linda says. “I just found it interesting, that’s all.”

She
turns to me and very conspicuously winks.

“Are
you going to be able to handle the front?” I ask.

“Look
around,” she says.

I
do and realize that the people I thought were customers were just my
salespeople.

“We’re
screwed, aren’t we?” I ask.

“Pinned
to the floor without any lube,” Linda says. “Enjoy your lunch.”

Well,
at least she didn’t try to invite herself along.

“Where
are you going?” she asks.

“I
thought we might stop and get a quick bite at Carver’s,” I answer.

“Ooh,
romantic,” Linda coos.

“It’s
a work lunch,” I snap and she puts her palms up toward me.

“Have
fun,” she says. “Try not to eat any baby kittens on your way there, boss.”

“Why
haven’t I fired you yet?” I ask.

“Because
you couldn’t live without me,” Linda smiles.

“That’s
right,” I tell her. “I might need you to remind me of that every once in a
while.”

“Sure
thing, boss,” she says and goes back to whatever she was doing on her phone.

Eric
and I leave the store and start walking.

“So,
tell me about yourself,” he says.

“Oh,
not much to tell,” I answer. “I moved here a few years back. When I got to Lady
Bits, well, first off, it wasn’t called that at the time. It was actually a
hipster warehouse.”

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