Page 85 of Benga's Rise
Chapter Eleven
Raid
I’ve had a whole hour at my desk checking the businesses and see Security’s billable hours. This is fucking crazy. It’s jumped more than ten percent from last month.
With a smile, I hit the chat for Lorelei. My only reason for smiling is that I get to see her. Maybe Security billing more should be the cause, but I like that I can call her with a work question.
She shows at her desk with a smile for me. “You’ve never used the chat before. I’m a little excited about this.”
I laugh, she’s cute. “I was going over the businesses and saw Security is up more than ten percent. It’s tied with the billable hours.”
She nods. “Mendoza gave me a crash course on the billing and hourly time for Security. I asked Web to help with a better system tracking hours. With the app, we’re getting exact times for them, but it showed hours that weren’t billed to the clients. Actually, the app gives us billing for the clients and hourly time for every Brother. I have it being used for the liquor stores too. You’ll notice the labor there went down. The time in and out on the computer was good, but this is more accurate. It takes them out of time if they’re not in the store. So, cigarette breaks, chatting or personal times aren’t being paid for.” She had Web make a new app?
“What about trash and truck times?” I have no idea what to say. She has an app that tracks workers. She really is like an onion with another layer peeling back.
“Trash is covered in the tracking. To start, we had the managers walk from the back to recycle then to the dumpster. Deliveries work the same and they’re logged with workers scheduled to take those deliveries. We haven’t had an issue yet with the app. The first week, we gave a daily log on the checks and no one disputed time.” How could they? Jesus, this is crazy. An app?
“Good. Good job. Keep the totals on the checks every week. Can you run labor for everything with the app?”
She nods. “I started with Security and liquor because they’re the biggest businesses besides training. I have to learn about the business and hourly tracking. I’m scheduled with Brinks for Training and Jinx for the printers, Credit Union and hardware. I think hardware and the market will be similar to the liquor stores, so that one will be easy. Should I be doing the market and hardware?”
She’s learning the business. Jesus, of course she is, my little onion is fucking smart to do it this way.
“Raid?”
Fuck. “Yeah, do all the businesses. We’ll have the dealerships added to our list probably this week.”
She looks surprised. Not as surprised as me I bet, but she’s surprised. “Who will teach me about dealerships and how many?”
“Roger manages now. He’s at the main site in the city. It has a garage that builds for us too. I’ll get him here when you’re ready for it. Do you have the gun shops?”
Now she’s shocked. “Is there someone that can tell me all the businesses and the managers for them. I had no idea it was this many.”
“Banks knows them all and the new junkyard he’s going to build with the garage and dealership.”
She holds her hand up. “I’ll get a meeting set up with Banks. I need to know what’s going so I have the right HR for the businesses. I only need Mendoza and Frat for Security. This office needs to work the same as the businesses. Labor that isn’t effective is costing a fortune.”
Okay then. “I’m glad you’re there and fixing it.”
She nods. “That’s my job.” She smiles, “I love it too. I have to call Banks. Did you have anything else?”
“No, just to see that smile.”
She smiles, blows me a kiss and clicks me off. Shit. She’s cutting excess labor. I check the liquor store labor and see she’s right, labor hours are down by 2.8%. Fucking women.
Since we’re doing better than I thought, I move on to email then groan. Fucking Badass has my email clogged up again. I just cleared them yesterday. The support page on the website goes on for fucking ever.
Starting at the top, I click it open and laugh. A picture of the dick in a dish is covered by Badass in flames. The writing on top says RESPECT. I save the picture and scroll. Nothing else in the email. Cool. I click the next and a video shows of the news. Holy shit, they have the war from Colorado and the dick in a dish. The reporter says, ‘We all better learn to treat each other how we want to be treated or Badass will get you.’ I laugh, fucking crazy people. I save that too.
I need to check on Cort. I hope the email doesn’t have him unsettled again. He’s alone in his office smiling at his computer. “Badass email?”
He laughs. “Yeah. This one is an offer to paint the dish with the logo.”
“Lorelei got Web to make her an app that tracks hours, which in turn provides billable hours for Security. They’re up more than ten percent from last month. She did the liquor stores and labor is down by almost three percent. I asked her to do them all, yours and the Clubs. She’s getting Banks to give her the businesses and will learn them then apply the apps.”
He smiles my way. “Banks said she’s a wiz. Since she got out of school she’s been at the hospital. She did procurement and HR for them. They moved her to intake to get it back in line with insurance covered shit. Let her go wild. She’ll get them all straight and making bigger profits.”
“You knew?”
