He pulled the business card from my hand.On the back, he wrote something.
Then returned it.
A number.
I stared.
It was larger than anything I had ever earned in a year.
“What is this?”
“Salary.”
“For what?”
“I told you I wasn’t offering you a waiter job.”
Emily moved beside me.
Richard smiled.
“I’m opening two new locations next spring.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I need a regional training director.”
I nearly laughed.
“You’ve got the wrong person.”
“No.”
“I carry plates for a living.”
“You manage people.”
“I don’t.”
“You trained half the staff at your restaurant.”
I stared at him.
“How do you know that?”
“I asked.”
He gestured toward the crowd.
Several former employees raised their hands.
One called out, “He taught me everything.”
Another laughed.
“He taught Greg’s assistant manager too.”
I felt heat rise to my face.
Richard continued.
