Page 40 of Hot Damn
“Thank you. But I should probably just work my two-week notice.”
“You could or…” The more I think about it, the more I know Dad will get on board with me pulling Deb across. He was harping at me yesterday about this being too much for one person. “I’ll call him. See what I can work out. You go back to the office and hand in your resignation now, make out like you intend to work out your notice, and we’ll see what happens.”
Deb walks around the table and throws her arms around me. “Thank you!”
“I should thank you. I love the suggestions you had and I’m sure between the two of us we’ll come up with some great stuff.” I pat her back as I pull away. “Now go. I’ll see you later.”
With a huge grin on her face, she says a squeaky “Bye” and leaves me standing here smiling.
My phone buzzes with a reminder that I have somewhere else I need to be. It takes me a few minutes to settle our check but then I’m out of the restaurant and heading for my car.
The first thing I do when I get behind the wheel isturn the car on and get the air going. Then I check that my phone is connected to the car’s Bluetooth system and call Dad.
“Cam! We were just talking about you.”
“Who was?”
“Mom and I.”
“Oh?”
“We were saying what a fantastic job you’re doing with these intimate interviews of the Rogues.”
“Speaking of them, I have something of a request but don’t feel as though you have to say yes.”
“What do you need?”
“I’ve got a videographer lined up to work with me on the rest of the conversations and some other things but she needs to give two weeks’ notice at her job before she can really dive into it with me.”
“Okay. How do I play in this?”
“It’s Deb. The FNB building receptionist.”
“I didn’t realize she was a videographer.”
“Neither did I. And not to malign anyone, but every time she’s tried to apply for a position more suited to her skillset, she’s been told she didn’t have the right experience.”
“And does she?”
“Yes. She showed me some of what she’s capable of.”
“And you wouldn’t hire her to work for you if she couldn’t do the job.”
“Right?” A thought occurs to me. “Wait, you said you were talking with Mom. Is she with you?”
“Yes, we’re at home having lunch.”
“Put me on speaker please.”
“You’re already on speaker, Cam,” Mom says.
“Oh, good. Okay, so Dad, the favor I have is for you to somehow get Deb’s two-week notice waived. She’s handing in her resignation as we speak with the intention of working the notice but…”
“If I could get that dealt with, she could start full-time with you.”
“Yes. And, Mom, I need a contract for a freelance videographer. I’ll get the details of her company to you by this afternoon. She’s going to work with me tonight at the Rogues’ Fan Day barbecue.”
“And you want the contract drawn up before then?”
