“Yes, I can do that. Would half-an-hour be early enough or will it take more?”
“If you can give me forty-minutes. I’ll make sure there is coffee, tea or a soft drink for you.”
“Great, thanks. A coffee would be lovely as I’m going into town before I come to work. I’ll see you later, Molly,” she responds, and we close out the call. That’s great, and I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.
After leaving a message for Steven to come to the office when he finishes, I head to the area where Gabriella, the pharmacist, will be found. Knocking on the door I wait a moment before the top half of the door opens. A stable door, which had plenty of locks on the inside from what I heard, before it opened. “Hello,” a pretty woman greets.
“Hi, I’m Molly, the practice manager, and I don’t want to disturb you. I just wanted to introduce myself and ask if there is anything I can do for you? I would like to have a few minutes of your time when you can spare it in the next two days.”
“That’s good. I can come over to your office in half-an-hour if that suits you? I’ve finished checking off my deliveries and no scripts to fill that are urgent, well not needed in the next hour at least.” Gabriella gives me a warm smile.
“That would be good, and I’ll make sure you get a drink while you are with me.”
“No, that’s fine. I bring a thermos of herbal tea I make up for myself.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in a while.” The top of the door closes, and I head back to my office, checking how reception is doing as I pass before walking into my office.
I’m scrolling through the expenditures of the practice and keep seeing something odd regarding the reception desk. Why would they need printer paper, pens, and other items when it is all on a computer system?
A light knock on the door has me finding Gabriella at the office door. “Come in, don’t stand there.” I close the laptop and give all my attention to Gabriella. Once she’s taken a seat, I place my elbows on the desk and clasp my hands, but keep my body language relaxed.
“I’ve checked with Jamie that she is more than satisfied with how you run the pharmaceutical side of the practice, Gabriella. You have been with the practice for seven years since Jamie opened the doors.”
“Yes, and I love working here. Jamie basically leaves me to do what I do best, and I make sure I don’t overspend by overstocking on items we don’t need. All-in-all, I have to admit, I am proud of myself.”
“Jamie has only good things to say about you.” I pick up a pen and pull a notepad towards me. “Okay, so what can we improve?”
Gabriella quickly fills me in on the very few things that she thinks can be improved upon. But they are so minor I hardly write anything on the notepad.
“What do you think of the practice employing a handyman?” Gabriella asks, and I pause a moment while I consider her question.
“Do you think we need a handyman?” I ask because it’s something I’ve not considered.
Gabriella leans forward and smiles. “Well, we have things around here that often need mending or replacing. Tom and Steven often do that for us, but they have far too much to do to maintain the building and the grounds. A handyman would be as it says, handy. There are things inside to do, plus the outside of the practice has flower beds along the front that Jamie used to do but now doesn’t have time, and they look terrible. Plus, the parking lot often gets messy with patients dropping things on the ground. It all takes time that none of us have to spare.”
“Leave it with me, Gabriella and I’ll look into it. I’ll speak with Jamie too, to see what her view is on the idea.”
The meeting concludes, and the day quickly passes, and I cover all meet and greets apart from Angel and Barbara who are the two receptionists. That’ll have to happen tomorrow. It’s time to head home and settle more into the house.
CHAPTER 16
*~* Breaker *~*
I’ve left Molly three days to get settled into her job, but I’ll be checking in again to see how things are going. She is still under my protection, whether she likes it or not.
Whack had found cookies on his desk and bragged all morning about Molly giving them to him. We all rolled our eyes at him because you’d not think he was the president of an MC the way he was carrying on.
After being called into the office, I take a seat next to Griller and Saddle. Both leaning back and resting their heads against the wall, eyes closed and looking relaxed. If it wouldn’t cause a scuffle in church, I’d kick Griller’s seat from under him because it’s tempting with him balancing on the back two legs of the chair.
“Don’t fuckin’ do it, Breaker, or I’ll have to put you down,” Griller states but has some amusement in his tone.
Before I can respond Whack and Cannon walk into the meeting. We’re using Whack’s office, and the door is closed as Cannon steps inside. I noticed James, the prospect, standing outside the door right before it closes, so that confirms nobody will be listening in from outside the door.
“Okay, I’ve given some thought to this issue with Para. I think our last discussion about a trap, or ambush, or whatever the hell you want to call it, is probably viable. I’m going to call church on Saturday evening, and we’ll plan our own ambush to trap them in.” Whack taps his knuckles on the table and looks around, taking in each of our reactions.
“Pres, I reckon we either take the fight to them, or we wait for some kind of shit to come down on us. I’d ratherwebe in control of that shit,” I lay it out because someone has to say something and not sit here saying nothing.
“I agree with Breaker. Let’s take the fight to them.” Griller leans forward, and his body language tells us all he’s ready to do whatever is needed.
