Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 20, 2009 18:43:17 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve – To Hire Or Not
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Back at The Manor, Wyatt looked toward the door swinging closed behind Emily, before turning to Callie. “What do you think?”
Callie shrugged. “It’s your decision, Mrs. Halliwell.”
Yeah, Wyatt retorted mentally. As far as advice goes that’s no good. Trying to come up with a better way to respond he said, “Yes, I know, but I’d like your opinion.”
“She seemed pleasant enough,” Callie offered. “She can make a grilled cheese sandwich, though I still can’t believe that’s what you had her make.”
Yeah, yeah, he scoffed. I know, but do you think Mom would hire her?
“I can’t really say if you should hire her,” Callie continued, not knowing what he was thinking.
Fine don’t help, he thought frustrated. I hope I make the right decision. “Thank you. I’d better go back in there.”
Callie looked at him for a moment. A strange look crossed her face as she said, “Tell me when she’s going to start.”
“Huh?” Wyatt had no idea what to make of that statement.
“I recognize that look,” she informed him. “You’re planning on hiring her.
I am? Wyatt thought skeptically. ‘Cause I hadn’t decided that yet.
“You had that exact same look when you hired Chelsea last year.”
Who? Wyatt thought, even more confused at the unfamiliar name. Still all he said was, “I see,” and then he headed into the dining room in search of better advice. He walked right past Emily and into the entry hall and stopped at the hostess booth. “Who is Chelsea?”
Drinka blinked and looked at him. “Excuse me?”
“I asked Callie advice,” Wyatt informed her, “and she said I looked like I did when I hired Chelsea. Who’s Chelsea?”
“One of our waitresses,” Drinka relented. “She’s on maternity leave right now. She should be back in about three weeks.”
Wyatt frowned. “How come I don’t recognize the name?”
“She works mornings when you are usually working yourself,” Drinka explained. “Speaking of which is Piper at your job or were you off today?”
“No such luck as a day off,” Wyatt lamented,” but it’s Chris who’s there, not Mom.”
“I see,” Drinka replied slowly, though she was becoming more and more lost.
“Can you give me some advice on this girl, Drinka?” Wyatt pleaded. “I want to make a decision Mom would.”
“I only saw her for a moment,” Drinka reminded him, “so I can’t advise you on her, but you know what you mom looks for. You most likely either know or have a good idea if this girl has the qualities your mom wants.”
He nodded, realizing that he did know this.
“Then, you know if you should hire her or not,” she informed him.
He smiled a little. “Thanks, Drinka.”
“No problem, Mr. Halliwell.”
He turned around, now almost sure what to do. He walked back into the main dining room, thinking, Mom’s right. We do think of Drinka as more than just a hostess. He walked over to the table where Emily was sitting, but remained standing. Please be the right decision. “Hi.”
Emily smiled. “Hi. Do you have any more questions?”
“Just one,” he told her, hoping it was the right one. Since Emily just waited, he asked, “If I hire you, when would you be able to start?”
She grinned at that. “Tonight unless I have trouble getting the clothes I need for a uniform.”
Impressive, he thought as he processed that. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t ask someone to start on the same day a hired, but if you would like I’ll have you come in tonight to follow around one of our waiters or waitresses to see if you can do the job.”
“I have the job?” Emily asked as she stood.
“A one week trial,” Wyatt informed her. He figured that would give them enough time to fix this problem and give his mom enough time to decide for herself. “You will be paid, of course, and you will need to dress appropriately, but unless you cannot do it, then yes, you have the job.”
Emily grasped his hand and shook it. “Oh, I can. Thank you. You won’t regret this.”
Let’s hope now, he thought as he let go of her hand. At least she didn’t think the trial weird. He knew his mom would. He picked up the papers off the table and pulled one out. He handed it to Emily. “This will tell what you need to have tonight and some basic rules. If there is a problem getting anything call and leave a message for me. You’ll get more information when you arrive tonight.
Emily nodded as she took the paper and looked at it.
Wyatt eyed her. “Are you sure you want to start tonight?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Thank you.”
“All right,” Wyatt relented, “will seven o’clock work?” When she nodded, he informed her that, “I don’t know if I will be in tonight, as I have some family things to take care of, but if I am I’ll see you then.” Or hopefully Mom will. He walked away in the direction of the kitchen thinking, Now to put this stuff away, tell Callie that’s she’s right, and get out of here.