When I arrived at the store, Murphy was on the roof repairing the hole that had been covered by tarp for a few months now. I simply hadn’t had the time to fix it. I waved at him, but he didn’t acknowledge me.
I parked in the back and went around the front of the store where some of my employees were waiting, moving from leg to leg in the cold.
“Morning, boss,” Maury Landrum said as he smiled and shivered in his jacket. He’d been working for me for some months now and was a quick learner and very reliable. He would make a great store manager in a few years.
“Morning,” I replied, nodding to Shirley, whose eyes twinkled above gloved hands she was using to warm her face, same as Trent and Bill. Once inside, we all went to warm up with coffee in the staff room.
“I hate the cold,” Shirley sa
