“Yes,” he said. “I heard you. Take a seat, mate.”
Oh s**t. I prayed I hadn’t just f****d up this job. I needed the money, and I actually enjoyed working here.
“Len,” I began, but he cut me off gently.
“Look, John,” he said in a resigned tone. “I know the effect that Maria has on blokes. She’s gorgeous. And you can relax – I know that b***h Sheila was just trying to stir the s**t. Nothing you said was offensive to me or Maria. You’re alright, John, you seem to have your head screwed on. Maria told me how well you worked through all those samples on Saturday. Did she mention that you actually did about 25% more than I expected?”
I shook my head. We’d been too busy talking about other things.
“Well you did, and that’s very good,” he said. “My advice to you is that you stay just the way y
