Working Overtime Has Its Benefits

Mindy glared at her cell phone as it sat vibrating on her desk. Without even looking at the caller i.d., she knew who was calling: her boss. That creep Bernard Morton. She also knew why he was calling: to order her to come in on Sunday and do some more of the work that he should be doing.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Tyler asked, wincing each time the phone vibrated.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like talking to Bernard and I sure as heck don't feel like going into work today."

"How do you know it's Bernard?"

Sighing, Mindy grabbed the phone and looked. It was Bernard. Sighing even more deeply, she answered it. "Yes?"

"What took you so long to answer?"

"There's no law that says I have to answer my cell phone, Mr. Morton."

Bernard chuckled, a sound that instantly annoyed Mindy because in spite of herself, she found it attractive--almost seductive. "My, my, my but you're in a mood, aren't you? Does that mean you aren't willing to come into work today?"

"I have other plans." Mindy knew she should go into work. It was Sunday and no one else would be around so she'd be able to do some snooping. But she also knew that if she went into work, so would Bernard and she didn't feel like being alone with him.

"Break them. You know that part of your duties include coming into work whenever I want you there."

Mindy gritted her teeth. "I'm going to put in for overtime," she warned.

Bernard chuckled again, the sound simultaneously making Mindy's skin crawl and tingle. What was with this man? He was so repulsive and yet so...oddly appealing. "I think I'm going to make you salaried. That way you'll have to work whenever I tell you to."

"You'll also have to give me a raise," Mindy snapped. "A big one."

"I think that can be arranged. Once Fat Off takes off, the sky just might be the limit for my favorite employees. We might even be able to bump you up quite a bit."

Mindy wasn't buying it. Bernard's idea of a big raise was fifty cents an hour. "I'll be there in a while. What is it you want me to do?"

"Transcribe Fritz's notes on Fat Off and clean them up. That man may be a chemical genius but he can't write worth a damn. I want something presentable to read before my seven o'clock meeting tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. I also have other plans but mine are unbreakable."

Mindy's hopes shot skywards. "You won't be there?"

"No, you'll be on your lonesome. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Mindy assured him. "I'm on my way."

"Good girl."

Mindy gritted her teeth again. She hated being called a good girl. But it didn't really matter because pretty soon--if everything worked out--Bernard Morton wouldn't be able to call her anything but a former employee...