Page 3 of Spoil Me, Daddy
With the reprimand, the guy whirled and headed back into the club. Under other circumstances, Zaire would’ve been interested in him, especially the confident air around him. He could almost feel the guy’s beard and moustache, the same light-brown colour as his hair, sliding against his skin. Zaire watched until the door closed behind him, the outburst of music muting once more. “Fuck!”
A horn made him flinch, and he twisted around to see a taxi waiting at the kerb. He stalked over, checking the number plate and name with what he had on his phone before entering and slamming the door behind him.
“Rough night?” the driver asked.
Zaire snorted without humour. “Could’ve been better.”
“Ah, there’s always tomorrow.”
And there was the problem. There was an infinite amount of tomorrows, but Zaire was fed up with waiting forhistomorrow to arrive. He wanted to share his life with someone who would take care of him and help him reduce the stresses in his life. And finding someone would be one less stress for him.
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Chapter 2
Aaron
He checked the figures once more and rubbed at the back of his neck. Regardless of how many times he reread it, he could see the special needs department was suffering from being understaffed. Aaron needed to bring in more people but also didn’t have a huge budget to do so. The best idea would be to get an experienced agency member and see how they go. If they were good, he could offer them a job, reducing the outlay of using an agency—after having to pay the agency exit fee, that was.
Standing, he stuck his head outside his office door and asked Pamela to come in. As he returned to his desk, they entered, sitting opposite him. Pamela had been a fantastic help for him while he was finding his feet in this new position, going above and beyond what was required of them, such as being in the office at seven in the morning when it should have been eight.
“How can I help, Mr Brown?”
“Please. I keep telling you, call me, Aaron. Especially when there is no one else around.” He smiled to lessen the sting of potentially offending them. “I need a list of agencies where we could get some staff experienced with special needs. Being new to the area, I don’t know which ones you use.”
“Sure thing. I can get you the list. If I recall, there are five or six we have used in the past.”
“That would be great. Thanks, Pamela.”
They left and, within minutes, returned with a list. Thanking them again, he was left alone. Picking up the phone, he dialled the first number. After going through what he wanted, they said they didn’t have anyone available for that day, but they would tomorrow. Aaron thanked them and agreed to keep their school on the agency’s books. He bid goodbye and dialled another.
“Yes, we have a couple of teaching assistants available today. Thinking about what you wanted, you probably need our most experienced. He has many years’ experience but has only been temping with us for the last year. He comes highly recommended and has been requested the most out of all of our staff.”
Aaron knew the agency would increase an assistant’s abilities to make sure they get a foot in the door at the school, but he was also desperate. “Fantastic. If we could have him, if he’s available, and two others if you have them, we will see how things go from there.”
“No problem at all. I will get on the phone to them now and let you know if less than three can make it.”
“Thank you.”
Aaron put the phone down and sat back in his chair with a sigh. When he had first taken on the role, he had been excited about it, but as soon as the previous principal had left—early and without warning—Aaron had felt like he was drowning. He knew as soon as the place was running smoothly, everything would be fine, but at the moment, he wondered why he’d even agreed to the job.
“Pamela?”
They poked their head through his door.
“We have three agency staff coming in today. One is apparently very experienced. At some point this afternoon, I’d like some feedback from the teacher as to how good he is, please.”
“Sure thing. Where do you want him?”
“In the class where an experienced special needs teaching assistant is most needed.”
“Year one, then. I’ll ask Uma to come and see you before the end of school.”
Aaron nodded. “Great, thanks.” He scratched his nails across his beard and wished he could head to the gym for a workout, the stress of the day was already getting to him, and it was only seven-forty.
Leaning forward again, he refocused on the paperwork, hoping things would change sooner rather than later.
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