Stacy is talking a mile a minute into the phone, and it’s ringing again before she even has a chance to disconnect the call she’s on. When that process repeats itself, and then again, and finally again, I give up and walk away.
I stroll through the hallways of the lower offices until I hear a voice I identify as Stephan’s, our Purchasing Manager, and I don’t give him a chance to notice me. The last thing I want is a half-hour conversation about why I got Jimmy and he didn’t when it was his requirement we’d been interviewing for. “Because I’m the boss,” isn’t something I want to say, but it is something I will say if I have to. Seems like I’m avoiding a lot of people since Jimmy showed up.
By the time I get tired of hiding and head back to my office, it’s almost four o’clock, and I’m unre
