Evict Evil: A Paranormal Memoir (My Ghosts Book 3) by Timothy L. Drobnick Sr

Author:Timothy L. Drobnick Sr. [Drobnick Sr., Timothy L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2021-11-17T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

By the time Kwame was managing Cincinnati, I had two new trainees. I was recruiting new people every day. Two thirds of them would quit. It wasn’t a simple job. Harley came through my door the following Wednesday.

“Hey, Harley, how’re you doing?” I asked.

“Doing good. Your man in Cincinnati worked out. You did a good job training him.”

“He took instruction well, he’s competent, and he has a respectful attitude. I’m sure he’ll make a lot of money for you.” I shuffled strips of numbers and put a rubber band around them.

“Thanks Tim. I need someone to replace the Dayton manager.” Harley looked at the busy room.

“Are you firing Dale?”

“No, Dagger’s making him the district manager of Northern Ohio.”

“Maybe he’ll be too busy to bother me,” I said. Harley smiled.

“I can have somebody ready in two weeks. I have two new trainees.”

“I won’t tell you how to train, since you obviously know what you’re doing. I’ll let Dagger know that you’ll have someone available in two weeks,” Harley said.

The next day, I hired a fresh man by the name of Rudy. He was tall and intelligent. He was interested in management, so I added him to my program, giving me three trainees. Over the next two months, I got enough managers trained to open Zanesville, a second office in Cincinnati, and two for Dale’s district. I hoped to God Dale treated them better than he treated me.

Dagger opened Illinois and I sent Rudy to open the first office. The Zanesville office was being run by Jeff. Steve and Crystal had found him for me. I trained him in my office. He lived in Zanesville with a wife and six young kids. He wore western clothes and cowboy boots. Zanesville was a rural town with a lot of cowboys around it. Jeff was a good fit.

Harley came to my office in the afternoon. The phone room was empty save for two reclining salespeople. The sun filtered through the dingy plate-glass windows. I had a pro window cleaner visit weekly, but the cigarette tar would gunk it up before he returned.

“Tim, I need to talk to you.” Harley put his hands on his hips and smiled at the napping sales agents, looked at me and shook his head.

“Sure, Harley.” I stood to greet him. “They need the rest.”

“I know. Step out back with me.” I followed him toward the back door. The white tile wasn’t so white. It needed a scrubbing as well. It was like working inside a chimney. The boxes were stacked far from the phones to avoid smoky products delivered to our customers. We stepped into the alley. Harley squinted at the cloud dotted sky and took a single cigarette from his shirt pocket. It was Hawaiian design, untucked, hanging loose to hide his belly. It looked good on him.

“What’s up, Harley?”

“Tim, I’d like you to become the district manager of Southern Ohio. I’ve been doing the job, but I’m getting busier, and I need help. Dagger wants me to manage the entire state.

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