Chapter Six
I knock anxiously on Paul’s office door. Our seafood vendor missed today’s delivery, and dinner service was an absolute nightmare. I know that Paul’s in a horrible mood, but I promised Jenny that I’d come home with an answer about the waitressing job.
“Come in.”
I c***k open the door and stick my head inside. “Are you busy? Or do you have a minute to talk?”
“I have a minute, but not much more,” he says impatiently.
I step into the room and close the door behind me. Paul is bent over a pile of paperwork and nursing a pint of beer. “I know you’ve been slammed today, but there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Slammed is an understatement. If I’d known that Patrick was going to steal half of my staff on his way out, I’d have started interviews a month ago. The overt
