Emma rubbed her temple as her eyes darted around the foyer of the hotel, not liking the phone call she was having. “Mrs. Gibbs, I honestly do understand the predicament you’re in, but I’m not sure whether I’m the right person–”
“Darling, I have already talked to Mr. Morgan and he’s more than happy to grant you the extra one-and-a-half hour lunch break. I’ll pay you separately as well.”
“Ma’am, it’s not the money–”
Mrs. Gibbs let out a heavy sigh. “Emma, this is an unusual situation and I understand that, but so it is for everybody involved. Not sure what she sees in you–”
Emma was slightly offended by this and was about to hang up the phone, but
somehow had a gut feeling it would come back to haunt her. Mrs. Gibbs was one of those people who took, and that was how they survived. So she didn’t hang up, but listened.