Warmest regards,
Jaquell Morales
Rojas Rum Inc.
5603 Gladstone Road, Nassau, The Bahamas
Direct Line: 242-555-8891
Mobile Phone: 242-554-9002
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Email from Nora Cooper
To: Jaquell Morales
Subject Line: Re: Alcohol Orders
Dear Ms. Morales,
Thank you very much for the order form and your kind offer to be of help around the clock. I’m sure I won’t need to reach out after hours, but it’s comforting to know you’re available should an emergency pop up.
All the best,
Nora
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Email from: Nora Cooper
To: Fidel LeCroix, Beverage Services Manager, Paradise Bay Resort
Hey, Fidel,
How are Winnie and the kiddos doing these days? I hope all is well. I have a strange request from the folks over at Rojas Rum. They want me to be the point person on all orders coming from the resort until the competition is over. Strange, I know. They’ve provided me with their standard order form (attached).
If you want to use it, I can add the resort’s order to the one needed for the competition and will send it immediately, as you need.
Please call me if you have any questions, and don’t worry—I have no designs on your job. ;)
Nora
“What’sthis about you trying to take over Fidel’s job?” Oakley asks as soon as I walk into my office. “Fidel worked really hard to make his way up from bartender to beverage services manager, you know, and he’s got a family to support.”
Her voice is loud, immediately causing my cheeks to heat up.
“I’m not trying to take his job.” I stride past her to my desk so I can get the stapler I came for. “Far from it.”
“You sure?” she sneers, following me. “I know how power-hungry you are, so I thought maybe you were gunning for any management job you could find.”
Letting out a loud sigh, I turn to her, stapler in hand. “Just because I’d like to advance in my career doesn’t mean I’m power hungry, Oakley. And besides, this whole stupid ordering thing was a direct request from Theo Rojas. I could hardly say no.”
She shrugs. “I would have stood up to him. Told him I wasn’t willing to step on the toes of my fellow coworkers just to get ahead.”
“Oh, you would have?” I ask sarcastically.
“Yes,” she answers, sticking her chest out.
