Mitch was in the office, going over the the books in front of him. He'd never thought an organizational communication plus business degree would wind up with him managing a garage, but most of his job really has nothing to do with cars and everything to do with managing the talent. Which Mitch had to admit he'd does rather well.
Dean calling him about his son had really thrown him a bone, considering that he had just been forced to fire a guy for a client and needed someone to cover. Right now, though, Ben wasn't on his mind. What was on his mind was appeasing the client on the other end of the phone, when there was a knock on the door. He placed one hand over the reciever, shouting for the person to come in over the music and then going back to the phone call.
"Yes, Mr. Warrington. I will have Howie over there later today to have a look at the car. I'm sure that won't be a problem at all. No, I will make sure that Tito is spoken to. Yes, sir. Well, I'm not sure I can fire anyone at the moment, but I will make sure he has a stern talking to. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Thank you for your business."
He hung up after a moment, letting it sit before picking it up again and slamming it down repeatedly into the receiver. "Motherfucker, it's going to be a long day," sighed as he leaned back in his seat, pinching his nose slightly.
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Date: 2009-03-09 01:02 am (UTC)Dean calling him about his son had really thrown him a bone, considering that he had just been forced to fire a guy for a client and needed someone to cover. Right now, though, Ben wasn't on his mind. What was on his mind was appeasing the client on the other end of the phone, when there was a knock on the door. He placed one hand over the reciever, shouting for the person to come in over the music and then going back to the phone call.
"Yes, Mr. Warrington. I will have Howie over there later today to have a look at the car. I'm sure that won't be a problem at all. No, I will make sure that Tito is spoken to. Yes, sir. Well, I'm not sure I can fire anyone at the moment, but I will make sure he has a stern talking to. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Thank you for your business."
He hung up after a moment, letting it sit before picking it up again and slamming it down repeatedly into the receiver. "Motherfucker, it's going to be a long day," sighed as he leaned back in his seat, pinching his nose slightly.