Page 7 of Daddy's Little Worker
Noah stared at Frankie, and she started to fidget, not liking it. Had she said something wrong? Frankie wasn’t telling the whole truth, but he didn’t know that.
“How did you hear about the job?” Noah asked, moving on.
Her shoulders dropped, and she relaxed into the chair. That question was done and over with. Hopefully, he didn’t ask anything else related to money or health.
“Did that question make you nervous? Are you forgetting to tell me something?” His eyes narrowed on her.
Frankie sucked in a breath and shook her head. “No, that is all. I don’t think I have anything else. I just need money to live.”
“Why did you get let go from your other job?”
She was hoping he wouldn’t ask that question. “I broke a couple of cups, and they didn’t like it,” she quietly explained.
It was more than a couple of cups and plates. She had felt bad when she broke so many, but she couldn’t help it. No matter how hard she gripped them, some slipped out of her hands.
Frankie shouldn’t have been working as a dishwasher for the restaurant when she knew her tremors were unpredictable, but she needed the job and nowhere else was hiring. She had told them about her tremors, and they said it was fine because they needed someone to help out when they got busy.
“Okay,” he replied.
Just okay? He wasn’t mad or wasn’t going to ask any other questions? It was unusual. Every other employer had always asked further questions and wanted to know why she had left orbeen fired. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t hold a job down. She tried really hard.
“I have to ask, I see that you have worked a lot of jobs in the past couple of years. Are you going to leave after a couple of months? If you are, then I’m not going to hire you.” Noah laid it all out in front of her.
“I don’t want to. I never wanted to leave my other jobs. But they just didn’t like how I did things. I tried my hardest, but I just think they wanted to get rid of me. I kept to myself, and maybe that was my problem. I did break a couple of things, but I told them I would pay for it out of my paycheck,” she quickly said, trying to talk herself into the job at the club.
Frankie didn’t want Noah to think she was getting hired and leaving a couple of months later. It wasn’t like that at all, and she hated that it was the case. If she could stay at one job and only work there for the rest of her life, she would have been so happy.
“So you won’t leave in a couple of months?” he asked.
“Not unless you fire me, and I really hope that you won’t.” She smiled at the end.
She could surely clean the club and not break anything, right? She knew she would have to clean the glasses and plates they used behind the bar, but other than that, she was going to have to clean the rooms, From the little she had seen, there weren’t a lot of things to break. So, how hard could it be to keep this job?
“Good. I want to let you know that the insurance won’t activate until a month into the role. Once it does, you have full coverage, and anything that happens at the club will be covered in full. You won’t have to pay a dime,” he added. “Is that okay?”
Will he know if she went to the doctor and needed to get medicine?
“Frankie,” he gently said. “Is that okay? What’s on your mind?”
“I’ve never really had insurance through work. When I go to the doctor, will you be able to see everything?” she asked.
“No, I will not. That is for your eyes only. I won’t have access to any of that,” he replied.
She let out a breath. That was amazing news. She didn’t want him to figure out what she was trying to hide from him. Did she feel bad? Absolutely, but it was for a good cause. She needed this job, and her tremors didn’t affect her that much. As long as she stayed away from anything breakable when she was shaking badly, everything was going to be okay.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked.
Frankie opened and closed her mouth before shaking her head. She wanted to ask when she would start, but she didn’t want to just assume she’d got it. She didn’t want to set a bad taste in his mouth and that be the reason she didn’t get the job.
“Well, if you do, you can always ask me. I’m here every day and will be available to answer any questions,” Noah said. “You can start tomorrow if you would like. Eight in the morning until four in the afternoon with a lunch break and a snack break in there.”
A smile blossomed on her face. “I got the job?”
“You did. I’ll need you to fill out some paperwork, but you should be good to go.”
It took everything in her not to wiggle in her seat with excitement. She was going to try her hardest not to lose this job. Frankie felt it in her bones that this was going to be the best job yet. She was going to keep it, no matter what she had to do… within reason.
“While those are printing, I have one more question,” he said.
