“And you didn’t think to run it by me?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Oh, that. Levi, I sent a text for the crew to come in today since they’re behind on builds, and working one extra day this week will increase our productivity by thirty percent. I made a chart about it and everything, if you want to see it.”
She bats her long lashes and waits for me to say something.
I mean, I can’t really argue that logic.
Time is money, and the longer we have the current projects under our roof, the less money we make in the long run.
“Right.”
“Anything else?” she asks from the door of my office.
“No, carry on.”
She just turns and disappears back into my office.
Kim and Joey are still standing there waiting for me to say something.
“Well, you heard her. Get to work. Thirty percent productivity and shit.”
They both groan but obediently go to their stations.
The bathroom door knob jiggles signaling that Josie is done. And it’s perfect timing, because Ghost and Benji walk in next.
“Gang’s all here!” Benji announces. “And thanks for the overtime pay, boss. Could really use it with the holidays coming up soon.”
“Overtime pay?” I gave him a look.
“That’s what the text I got said.” Benji bumps his shoulder against Ghost’s. “Yours?”
Ghost gives a silent nod.
I smack my forehead.
“Sienna?”
She pokes her head out of the office again.
“Yes?” she says, with less patience this time.
“Overtime?”
“Uh, yes. That’s a given when you ask your employees to come in on an extra day,” she says, like I should know this.
I take Josie’s hand and lead her back to the office, face to face with the woman who is single-handedly driving my patience up a wall today.
“I told you, don’t do anything without running it by me.”
“Okay… was that supposed to be for the whole thirty days?”
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, it was.”
“Fine, then. Levi, I have something to run by you. You’re paying us all overtime to be more productive so we can get more customers and keep this shop thriving.”
I give her a hard look.