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and expanded on a few of them.
He nodded and picked up his water glass, taking a drink. “That sounds reasonable. Have you considered what you might do if she still doesn’t comply?”
“I know it won’t be a problem, not with Lauralee,” she added with steely determination before conceding, “But if it did continue, of course I’d treat her like anyone else and recommend termination.”
Despite his grandfather’s fears that Quinn would be too much of a champion of the employees and not respectful of the rules and management, James had faith that she’d ultimately be fair. And James would say as much, should Dennis, the board, or even his grandfather take him to task on this issue.
“How did Paul take it when you curtailed his plans to demote her?” James asked, cutting into his steak.
“His chest puffed out two times its usual size and he smirked before saying it wouldn’t be a problem. That he’d handle it. Which tells me I’m going to definitely continue to monitor the situation.”
“How is everything for you, Mr. Thornhill?” the slight blonde server asked, appearing on his right. She was a cute, fairly competent server who deserved points for attentiveness, even if, from the corner of his eyes, he could see Quinn rolling her eyes.
“Everything is excellent, isn’t that right?” he asked Quinn, who was sucking down her second Coke Zero since they’d arrived.
She nodded. “Sure. Can I get another Coke Zero, please?”
“You know, Kimberly, I think I might have room for one of those chocolate soufflés today. Would you mind having one of those thrown in for us now?”
Although the restaurant wasn’t a Thornhill Management holding, they’d eaten here often enough that he knew many of the employees by name.
“Sure thing. I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes,” Kimberly said and scurried away.
“I’ll bet you will,” Quinn said under her breath.
James glanced at her, noting the way her dark eyes were narrowed in his direction now. “What? Don’t you like Kimberly? I thought she was a sweet girl. Very…attentive.”
Quinn snorted. “I’ll bet you do. James, do you think it’s possible for you to go one meal without getting the phone number of our server?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Kimberly’s barely out of the crib.”
He turned to see their server disappearing into the kitchen. Yes, she was young, and he wouldn’t deny that she was attractive. But little did Quinn know, as kind as he tried to be to the people who helped them, and yes, maybe he flirted with them a little, he never actually called any of the numbers they left him.
Well, not many.
“Besides,” he said, dipping his steak into the juices on his plate. “You weren’t complaining when they brought out that extra basket of cheesy bread the other day, or when…Danielle, was it?...threw in the extra piece of chocolate cheesecake that you devoured.” He chewed the bite of steak for a minute as he considered what he was going to say next. “You know, Quinn, you might find that you get more out of life with honey than you do vinegar.”
“Really? Thanks. That’s so helpful,” she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “I’ll remember to talk super sweet the next time a busser is accused of grabbing a server’s butt.”
“Well, you do have a certain…glower—is that the word?—that could be off-putting to some. Fortunately, I’ve learned to look past that tight-lipped grimace you give when someone doesn’t do something that meets your approval. You know, tilting your head just as you are right now. As if you’re taking your measure of them.”
“I do not do that,” she insisted. “Just because I don’t flirt with everyone who breathes and passes in my vicinity doesn’t mean I’m grimacing or taking my measure of them. You know, you might do with some legal training yourself. Brush up on a few things about sexual harassment, hostile work environment…”
He
He nodded and picked up his water glass, taking a drink. “That sounds reasonable. Have you considered what you might do if she still doesn’t comply?”
“I know it won’t be a problem, not with Lauralee,” she added with steely determination before conceding, “But if it did continue, of course I’d treat her like anyone else and recommend termination.”
Despite his grandfather’s fears that Quinn would be too much of a champion of the employees and not respectful of the rules and management, James had faith that she’d ultimately be fair. And James would say as much, should Dennis, the board, or even his grandfather take him to task on this issue.
“How did Paul take it when you curtailed his plans to demote her?” James asked, cutting into his steak.
“His chest puffed out two times its usual size and he smirked before saying it wouldn’t be a problem. That he’d handle it. Which tells me I’m going to definitely continue to monitor the situation.”
“How is everything for you, Mr. Thornhill?” the slight blonde server asked, appearing on his right. She was a cute, fairly competent server who deserved points for attentiveness, even if, from the corner of his eyes, he could see Quinn rolling her eyes.
“Everything is excellent, isn’t that right?” he asked Quinn, who was sucking down her second Coke Zero since they’d arrived.
She nodded. “Sure. Can I get another Coke Zero, please?”
“You know, Kimberly, I think I might have room for one of those chocolate soufflés today. Would you mind having one of those thrown in for us now?”
Although the restaurant wasn’t a Thornhill Management holding, they’d eaten here often enough that he knew many of the employees by name.
“Sure thing. I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes,” Kimberly said and scurried away.
“I’ll bet you will,” Quinn said under her breath.
James glanced at her, noting the way her dark eyes were narrowed in his direction now. “What? Don’t you like Kimberly? I thought she was a sweet girl. Very…attentive.”
Quinn snorted. “I’ll bet you do. James, do you think it’s possible for you to go one meal without getting the phone number of our server?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Kimberly’s barely out of the crib.”
He turned to see their server disappearing into the kitchen. Yes, she was young, and he wouldn’t deny that she was attractive. But little did Quinn know, as kind as he tried to be to the people who helped them, and yes, maybe he flirted with them a little, he never actually called any of the numbers they left him.
Well, not many.
“Besides,” he said, dipping his steak into the juices on his plate. “You weren’t complaining when they brought out that extra basket of cheesy bread the other day, or when…Danielle, was it?...threw in the extra piece of chocolate cheesecake that you devoured.” He chewed the bite of steak for a minute as he considered what he was going to say next. “You know, Quinn, you might find that you get more out of life with honey than you do vinegar.”
“Really? Thanks. That’s so helpful,” she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “I’ll remember to talk super sweet the next time a busser is accused of grabbing a server’s butt.”
“Well, you do have a certain…glower—is that the word?—that could be off-putting to some. Fortunately, I’ve learned to look past that tight-lipped grimace you give when someone doesn’t do something that meets your approval. You know, tilting your head just as you are right now. As if you’re taking your measure of them.”
“I do not do that,” she insisted. “Just because I don’t flirt with everyone who breathes and passes in my vicinity doesn’t mean I’m grimacing or taking my measure of them. You know, you might do with some legal training yourself. Brush up on a few things about sexual harassment, hostile work environment…”
He
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