Page 6 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
“Uh, okay. Whaddaya need? Kinda busy here.”
Charming.“I’m calling on behalf of a woman by the name of…” I peeked over the resume and found the name I was looking for. “Leslie Popovich.”
The man chuckled. “Oh, man. You lookin’ to hire her for a job or something?”
I nodded. “It says here that she’s a great multi-tasker, and I need someone who’s going to juggle things well. Your number was listed in reference to this particular character trait?”
He barked with laughter. “Then, you’ve called the right number. That woman is rough-as-hell around the edges, but she can get a laundry list of shit done in less time than it takes for me to take my morning shit.”
I clicked my tongue. “Great.”
“Oh, yeah. I was sad to see that one go. Pretty easy on the eyes, if I do say so myself. But, she really was one of the best employees I hired, other than the talking back.”
“She talks back?”
“Don’t they all?”
He laughed like he had told the most hilarious joke of all time, but I wasn’t buying it. “What kind of back-talking?”
His laughter died down. “Ah, you know. Calling me out on shit and keeping me in line. Stuff that probably needed to happen anyway.”
Nowthatsounded like someone I needed to interview. “Perfect, thank you for your time.”
“A word of caution, though?”
I paused. “Yes?”
“Be careful with her. She’s got a great head on her shoulders, but that daughter of hers always comes first. She ain’t got no issues calling out even when she knows she’s needed on that day to do what she has to do as a mom. Now, family men like me appreciate that. But, businessmen like you might not.”
I wasn’t sure whether to cuss him out or punch a hole through his face. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“She’d be a great addition, though. Can you tell her Buck said ‘hi’? I’ve been meaning to—”
“Thank you for your time,” I said quickly.
I hung up the phone and shoved myself away from my desk. I needed a bit of fresh air. I snatched Leslie’s resume off my desk and had half a mind to throw it in the damn trash can simply for that asshole’s comment.
And her name.
Why did this woman have to havethatname?
I shoved all thoughts aside of the woman at the bar as I marched out of my office. I walked down toward my conference room and slipped inside before I went and opened one of the glass windows. And after drawing in a few deep breaths of fresh air, I started reading over more of this Leslie woman’s resume.
I found a lot of things that made me curious, too.
Like, how many jobs she had held over the past decade. I mean, there were multiple places of employment. Some of them, she hadn’t even lasted a year, and I wondered what the reason for it was. She could obviously lead, though, or at the very least give off that kind of impression. I could tell that simply by the titles she had been hired to fulfill.
Manager.
Head Advisor.
Lead Point.
At one point, she was even considered for a district management position in one of the companies she had hired on with, and less than a year into the job to boot! I was so entranced with the quality, and yet randomness, of her resume that I hadn’t even stopped to give the cover letter a read.
And when I flipped that page back over, I wasn’t disappointed in the treasure trove of information there was on the front page.
To Whom It May Concern,
