“Abby, can you answer that for me?” I call out as my phone rings from across the room. It’s been ringing nonstop all day. After the first few calls weren’t from Sara, I gave up expecting her to call me until later tonight. Until then, I’m in the middle of inventory and would like to get it done today.
Turns out, no one wants to come to work early on a Monday because it doesn’t include tips. As the new manager I should just assign employees to come in, but everything still feels awkward and I’m having a hard time telling my friends what to do. Lucky for me, Abby and Beth both volunteered. I’ll have to ask Sara how she handles being a friend and a boss when she comes home next weekend.
My phone continues to ring, and I stand from my spot behind the bar to see where Abby ran off to. I’m a little thrown to find her standing in front of my phone just looking at it.
“You want to answer that?” I ask again.
“Oh, uh—” She looks at me quickly before she taps the screen, cutting off the ringtone. “It was an unknown caller. I wasn’t sure if I should or not.” She gives my phone a little push away from her. Her arms swing at her sides as she heads in my direction.
Abby is trouble. I’ve known this all my life, but for some reason, we keep her around. Somewhere down inside—deep, deep down inside—she’s a good person. But lately not so much and right now as she steps closer with a flirtatious smile on her face, I know she’s up to something. That spark in her eyes is another dead giveaway.
“So, when was last time you talked to Sara?” she asks, tapping her fingers on a table as she passes it.
Oh yeah. The tone in her voice definitely confirms she’s setting me up for something not good.