duties.â
Sharleen struggled to find her voice. âB-b-but everyone loves her,â she stammered. âSheâs the best life coach here andââ
Mrs. Fontaine scoffed. âNo, sheâs not.â
Oh, thatâs right. Brad is. Heâs your favorite. Heâs
everyoneâs
favorite.
Sharleen despised Brad McClendon, and that would never change. When he wasnât talking trash about her to their colleagues, he was stabbing her in the back and trying to steal her clients. All because sheâd spurned his sexual advances at last yearâs Christmas party. His boy-next-door charms fooled everyoneâincluding their bossâbut Sharleen saw through his phony, I-love-everybody facade. He was a know-it-all, with an ugly attitude, and she didnât trust him.
âI didnât come here to gossip. I came to discuss your career.â Mrs. Fontaine clasped her hands around her knees. âYouâre a valuable member of the Pathways team, and I have high hopes for you.â
You do? Really? Then why are you so hard on me?
âI hope youâre not still upset about your performance review last month...â
Sharleen was, but she would never admit it. She didnât want Mrs. Fontaine to think she was overly sensitive, so she dismissed her bossâs concerns with a flick of her hand. âOf course not. I appreciate your honesty, Mrs. Fontaine, and your thorough assessment of my performance. I love working here, and Iâm going to do everything in my power to promote this wonderful, life-changing center.â
Mrs. Fontaineâs face came alive and visibly relaxed. âThat is wonderful news. You looked upset after our meeting, and I feared you were going to quit.â
âYou canât get rid of me
that
easily,â she joked. âIâm one tough cookie!â
Mrs. Fontaine laughed, and Sharleen did, too. Her joke lightened the mood, and the tension in the air abated. They spoke about ways to attract new clients and how to boost staff morale. Moments of levity with her boss were few and far between, and she enjoyed their one-on-one time. Finally, after working together for years they were starting to make some headway.
âI look forward to working with you and the rest of the Pathways team for many more years to come.â As Sharleen spoke, her bossâs smile got bigger, brighter. Encouraged, she went on. âIâll miss working with Jocelyn, but her departure wonât have a negative effect on me. Iâm committed to my clients, and Iâd never do anything to impede their personal growth.â
âAs you know, Iâm expanding our services and planning to open centers in Seattle, Houston and LA later this year,â she said proudly. âIâm going to need someone I can trust to be my vice president, and I wanted you to know youâre one of the top contenders for the job.â
Sharleen wanted to break out in song, but she squelched her excitement. âWhen will you make a decision about the position?â
âBy the end of May, if not sooner.â
Great! That gives me eight weeks to prove Iâm the perfect woman for the job.
âI better go.â Mrs. Fontaine glanced at her gold wristwatch and rose from her chair. âI need to speak to Brad about Emilio Morretti before he leaves for the day.â
Oh. Hell. To. The. No!
Sharleen surged to her feet. She didnât want to get on Mrs. Fontaineâs bad side, but she had to set her boss straight. âI met with Mr. Morretti on Wednesday morning, and he made it very clear that he doesnât want a life coach.â
âHeâs still grieving the loss of his nephew. He doesnât know what he wants.â Her tone was brisk, matter-of-fact. âMr. Tate has given us a lot of business over the years, and
we
canât afford to disappoint him.â
Sharleen wanted to roll her eyes, but she nodded her head in understanding.
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