“Give him the temp, Mavis. Everyone screwed the pooch on this incident. If this hadn’t happened, it would have taken longer and cost the company more to nail Robbins and uncover a b***h like Iris Mueller. Bartolomo’s wife had the morals of an alley cat, yet she did all of us a favor when she left, including Bartolomo.”
Mavis turned to leave. The Boss was distracted, not really on top of his game. “The meeting, at four?” she asked.
“Four is fine, Mavis. I will be here. Err…Mavis…do you have a minute?”
“Don, we may have quite a problem here, and I’m not referring to Bartolomo and Blake. To put it politely, you usually insist I hire full time employees, not temps…boss…you’re not listening to me.” She stood at the doorway, tapping her foot. “I gather you have a reason for this benevolence a
