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cover up quickly. There really was something there.
    Mitch stood there fuming, just visible from
the corner of her eye.
    "It's just, well, my roommate left suddenly
and I'm short on rent this month..."
    "Stop right there." He said. "Mitch will
take care of that, won't you Mitch?" He turned his commanding gaze
to the stooping manager with a look that threatened doom if
disobeyed.
    "Of course, Mr. Drummond." He said.
    "Mitch will give you the details before we
board the flight. Don't worry Melanie; I consider this a special
service so you won't be out-of-pocket. Mitch will make sure that
your rent is covered and then some. Isn't that right?"
    Mitch nodded unhappily and gave another
sharp look to Melanie as if to say he would get even with her for
this indignity.
    "Any other problems, Melanie?"
    She searched her mind for something to say
other than the problem with her mother. She didn't want Mitch to
know and she didn't want this Drummond guy to somehow use it
against her again. She was somehow still looking for a reason to
escape. Was she really going to be a serving girl for this guy with
his huge sense of entitlement? Didn't she have a say? After all, he
was still a virtual stranger and here she was suddenly changing all
her plans and getting ready to spend nine hours on a flight with
him and then eight days with him on Tahiti.
    "If it's a question of money," he added,
"then don't worry in the least. Whatever financial commitments you
have, and I mean whatever they are, they will be covered by the
additional time on this flight. This trip is a personal flight for
a family vacation. This means that the money you earn wouldn't be
at your standard Drummond Airlines rate of pay, am I right
Mitch?"
    Mitch was churning inside but didn't dare
disagree.
    "That's right Mr... uh, Alex."
    "What do we usually pay cabin crew staff for
these trips?"
    "I'd have to check that out sir."
    "Alex."
    "Yes, Alex. I'd have to check it out."
    "Do it."
    "Yes, sir."
    "Yes Alex."
    "Yes."
    "Do it now."
    Melanie was loving it. This was even better
than watching him nearly cry as she destroyed his iPad, his
MacBook, and his iPhone with the baseball bat.
    Mitch got onto his desk computer and quickly
had an answer.
    "Two nine-hour flights, approximately and
then a period of eight days in between with a vacation day--"
    "Paid vacation?" Alex asked in a way that
made the answer obvious.
    "Sure, I mean of course. All that would come
to..." he did the calculations "$500 per flight."
    Melanie was stunned, realizing that was over
$50 an hour. After six years with Drummond, she still made less
than $10 an hour on her usual flights.
    "That's $1,000 plus seven days at $50 per
hour--"
    "It's eight days."
    "Yep. Of course. Eight times eight--"
    "Eight times twelve. Bill her for twelve
hours a day just in case we need her for something. Oh, and
Melanie, do you speak French?"
    "I... uh, yes I do. I majored in it and
spent a year in--"
    "That's fine. Put in the supplemental rate
for translation work."
    "That comes to $80 an hour, Alex. Are you
sure?"
    "Mitch, stop kidding around!" He said with a
laugh and an edge of absolute seriousness. "I want to know how much
to pay her, not figure out if we can afford it or not."
    “Okay, that comes to $80 per hour by twelve,
which is $960. Multiply that by eight gives you $7,680 then add on
the $1,000 for the round trip, and that's a total of $8,680."
    Melanie breathed in and out very softly. She
was afraid to move or speak in case it all went away. That was
nearly the whole amount she needed to keep her mother in the home
for another month at least. With only $1,320 short, she might be
able to negotiate something with them.
    "What about expenses?" Alex asked.
    "What about them?" Mitch said. "She can keep
receipts and then submit them."
    "Put her on a per diem. Tahiti is an
expensive place and Melanie is doing us a favor. I don't want her
worrying about keeping receipts for bottled water and deodorant.
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