Chapter 4 - A Seat at the Table
When I returned wearing a clean shirt, Lauren was already explaining her company to Jonah and Anita in the private dining room.
"Glasshouse provides dependable staffing," she was saying. "Flexible shifts, premium service, quick replacements. Harborstone will never have to worry about banquet crews again."
Her tone was warm and practiced. It was the same voice she'd used when teachers stood nearby in high school. The change was almost impressive.
Jonah drew out a chair for me. "Sit."
"I'm fine standing."
"You shouldn't have to stand while somebody explains away dumping wine on you."
Lauren gave an airy laugh. "We're really still talking about that?"
"Yes," I said. "We are."
Anita watched us over the rim of her glasses. She ran procurement for a business with sixteen hotels. She did not enjoy surprises, especially surprises involving vendors who needed her signature.
"We haven't selected a supplier," she told Lauren. "The review is Tuesday. Jonah attends because he oversees partnerships. My team makes the recommendation."
"Of course," Lauren replied. "I respect the process."
Jonah's hand brushed mine under the table. We had agreed years ago not to pretend our businesses were one. I owned the restaurant. He worked for Harborstone. We shared a kitchen at home and very little office paperwork. Lauren hadn't bothered to check either fact.
"I have a question about Glasshouse's workers," I said.
Lauren's smile returned, sharper this time. "I'm not here to be interviewed by a restaurant owner."
"Then answer Anita. How are you paying the crews you're offering her?"
"Above market. Competitive benefits. Ask my references."
Anita opened her folder. "We will."
Lauren's phone lit up on the table. She turned it facedown, but not before I saw the first words of a notification.
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A few seconds later, my restaurant's reservation phone began ringing without stopping.
