Mo sighed.“Slow down, Carrie.I’m in charge of the front of house, remember?”
Carrie grunted.“Just getting the ball rolling for you.”
“I can handle the ball myself.”
“Handle it, then.And while you’re at it, grab me a Sprite.”
“You’re such a pain in my ass,” Mo muttered, but reached into the cooler.
Carrie grinned.“That’s not what you said last night.”
“Yes, I did.”Mo plunked the can of pop on the bar and winked.“After.”
“If you two want to flirt, I can go do liquor inventory,” Chloe offered.
“We’ll flirt later,” Mo said while Carrie picked up her Sprite and drank.“When the restaurant opens, we’re going to need to hire more staff.”
“Sure,” Chloe said, nodding, then the light went on.“You want Gwen?”
“She’s an experienced waitress at a high-end restaurant,” Carrie put in.“Michelin star and all that happy shit.”
“Carrie,” Mo warned, and Chloe bit her lip to keep from smiling.Carrie had a chip on her shoulder about Michelin and their stars.
“What?”
Mo just sighed and turned back to Chloe.“We could use someone with her experience.”
“I don’t know,” Chloe hedged.She loved her aunts, loved the pub, but the kind of tips the wait staff got at the Wild Orchid didn’t hold a candle to what Gwen pulled in at Le Pigeon.“She makes pretty good tips, she might not be looking to switch.”
“Not a waitress,” Carrie mumbled around the last of her pasta.“Restaurant manager.”
“Really?”
“We need someone to handle that side of things,” Mo explained.“Train the wait staff, keep things running smoothly.I’m keeping the ordering and the scheduling for now, but I want someone I can pass that to, and other responsibilities.”
“I think she’d love it,” Chloe said.“But the money…I don’t know, Mo.”
“I know we can’t match the flying rat for tips—”
“Carrie.”
“—but the apartment would be part of the salary.”
“Apartment?”Chloe echoed.
“There’s an apartment above, right next to yours,” Mo explained.“It needs a little work, but it’s mostly cosmetic.New floors, cabinets, counters.Jesse and Knox say they can have it done the same time as the restaurant.”
“You’re kidding.”
Mo shook her head.“If she wants it, she can pick out some of the finishes—within budget.”
“Do you think it’d make a difference?”Carrie asked.
“Gwen’s got three roommates.Her cat’s scared of one of them, and the other two steal her food.Hell yeah, it’d make a difference.She can bring her cat, right?”
Carrie shrugged.“Long as she doesn’t bring it to work it’s fine by me.”
“Tell her to call me if she’s interested,” Mo said.
