hereâs a complete list of your mistakes and my corrections.â
I heard the slap of that fat file hitting a desktop.
âWithout my intervention, this company would have lost $67,457.16,â Jennifer said. Now the other staff members were straining to hear, but only I could catch what she said.
Vicki was speechless. At least, I didnât hear her reply.
âLetâs start with the Harrison project,â Jennifer said. âYou forgot to add the shipping fees when you prepared an estimateââ
She proceeded to chronicle Vickiâs mistakes for the next half hour. Jennifer was sweet, but that didnât mean she was stupid. She must have distrusted Vicki as much as I did, because she kept backup files. Jennifer had copies of Vickiâs original orders and proposals, signed and dated, and then her own clever catches and corrections. She was one sharp little blonde.
âNow, you have your choice,â Jennifer said, when she finished her staggering list of Vickiâs errors. âYou can redo my evaluation, or I can take this file in to Mr. Hammonds. You have one hour to reconsider. If I donât have that revised evaluation on my desk by ten thirty, Iâll have a talk with Mr. Hammonds. And it wonât make any difference how much you coo at him. Heâs a hardheaded money man. When he sees this, youâll be out on your twitching pink tail.â
At ten twenty-five, Vicki called me and asked if I would summon Jennifer. I escorted Jennifer to the pink office, then hung around outside, in case the boss needed me.
âHereâs your evaluation,â Vicki told Jennifer.
Thatâs all she said. Vicki had also typed this one, and it was full of slipped letters and misspellings. But she was dead-on about Jennifer this time. That young woman got the praise she deserved.
Vicki decided to play it safe and revise Minnieâs evaluation. It didnât give Minnie nearly the credit she deserved, but it raised her rating from a lousy F to a B-minus.
Minnie quit sniffling and actually smiled. âI knew if I came in early today and Vicki saw me working hard, she would change her mind,â she said. âHard work conquers all.â
It wasnât my place to set poor Minnie straight.
Jennifer spent the morning at her desk, typing furiously. I wandered over to check the coffee machine and saw what she was working on: a résumé.
My, my, I thought. Things will get interesting now. Jennifer will be snapped up fast by our competition, the Bradsco Corporation. Mr. Hammonds will want to know why this rising star was hired away.
On Wednesday, Jennifer called in and said she felt sick. She had a doctorâs appointment and wouldnât be in until noon. I didnât believe her. Jennifer was healthy as a horse.
Thursday night, Jennifer stayed later than anyone, even Minnie. I forgot the Tupperware container I used for my lunch and went back for it. Those things smell to high heaven if you leave them unwashed overnight in this climate. I found the lights still on in our department. Jennifer was packing up the contents of her desk.
âCongratulations,â I said. âI hope the Bradsco Corporation is paying you lots more money.â
Jennifer looked startled, but then she smiled sweetly. âI should have known I couldnât fool you, Margery. I got them good, all of them.â I didnât think she meant Bradsco.
Friday morning, Jennifer announced she was leaving.
âDonât bother with your two weeksâ notice,â Vicki said in her snippiest voice. âThe guard will escort you out now. Margery will pack up your things and send them to you.â
âGood-bye,â Jennifer said. Thatâs all she said. She was smart, that young woman.
Jennifer stopped by Minnieâs desk. She was hunched over her calculator, a long strip of white paper and black numbers rolling down her desk.
âMinnie, please come with me to my new