Tiffany couldn’t be bothered to fight with her in front of the shop entrance. It’d affect business, after all. She took out her pay and counted it all out in front of her, saying, “Here, this is the full amount.”
However, Regina was not satisfied with this. “That’s it? Are you kidding me? This obviously isn’t right!”
Tiffany pulled out the daily timesheet and thrust it in front of her, “Have a good look. I mentioned this when you first joined the team, but a lateness means cut wages. You’ve been consistently late, every day. I didn't even charge you for the desserts and drinks that you freeloaded off of us. Is there anything else that you’re not satisfied with? If you’d like for me to do a more detailed calculation, you’d have to reimburse me!”
Regina was completely upset, “You have so many leftovers and you’d throw them away than let your own staff members eat them? What have I been eating?”
Tiffany had never met anyone as shameless as this girl, replying angrily, “Leftovers are usually taken care of. But the food you’ve taken weren’t leftovers. You’ve even been drinking the best coffee.”
Regina knew when she had been beaten and had no way of pursuing this anymore. She let out a slew of curses and stormed out.
Tiffany’s rage was pretty much placated, her spirits lifted. She noticed that Tanya was still standing on the side and asked, “What’s wrong? Did you have something you needed to say? Don’t worry, Regina’s the only one in trouble here. She’s really no good for work. You, on the other hand, have been doing a good job. Keep it up. You’ll get a bonus during the new year and other festive occasions. Ari and I will take care of you.”
Tanya bit her lip and mumbled, “I’ve noticed that you’re looking for a busser. What kind of job is that?”
Tiffany paused to think and replied, “Cleaning up, making sure that the place is neat, washing the plates, cups, and so on. It’s a dirty and tough job. Why? Do you have someone in mind?”
Tanya shook her head, “No, but… Can I do two jobs? I’m sure I can do it!”
Tiffany jumped up in surprise. Handling deliveries was already exhausting enough, and she’d have to mind the shop once she had finished her deliveries too. It’d be inhumane to make her work as a busgirl as well.
“No, no, no. You’re still young. While there’s nothing wrong with experiencing life and working hard, this is too much. You won’t be able to handle it. Why are you so short on cash? Your grandfather is the only one you have at home, right? How much money could he possibly spend?”
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