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and thank you for taking the time to read my story. This is the first short story I have ever written, and I tried my best to edit it as much as possible. Please leave any comments, or feedback. It is all greatly appreciated.
Warning this is a long and slow story, with a lot of building up. There will be a Part 2. Once again thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it.
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Emmerson Sports
JC was sitting in the office staring mindlessly at the computer in front of her. Although she was at work, she was not AT work. The day was just ticking by, second by second, minute by minute, and all JC wanted to do was go home and throw back a 6-pack of beer. She was still in shock about what happened the night before; how cou....
"JC, come in," "Does anyone have eyes on JC!" the voice that quipped through the walkie jolted JC back to reality.
"Yes, go for JC," she replied back through the microphone clipped to her shirt.
"Hey JC, can you meet me in the first-floor stock room, I have a quick question," the voice responded back.
"Yeah Oliver I am on the way," JC responded in her most annoyed voice possible.
JC got up from her seat and made her way to the first-floor stockroom wondering what it could possibly be now. Oliver was a great guy but not the sharpest tool in the shed, and one of JC's more needier employees, which she was not in the mood for today. As she approached the entrance of the first-floor stockroom, someone tapped her on her shoulder. She assumed it was a customer, so she turned around and put on her best "I am ready to help smile," and greeted the woman in front her.
"Hi Miss, how can I help you today? Are you looking for anything in particular?" JC was taken aback by how strikingly beautiful the young woman was. She stood about 5'3, jet black hair, and her figure was very easy on the eyes. She had the most remarkable smile, it was bright but not too much.
"No, I'm not really shopping. I was actually wondering where I should wait for the interviews today. I know I'm 20 minutes early, but I just wanted to make sure I got here on time."
I held a quizzical look on my face until I remembered the date. Oh shit, interviews are today, and I am sitting in on them with my other co-worker Silas. I hurried and changed my expressions to look more reassuring, "You can wait right here at the benches near the footwear department, and I will come down and grab you when we are ready for you," as I pointed towards the benches.
"Thank you, JC I am looking forward to the interview," the woman replied as she turned away to go sit. JC was left standing there stunned at how the young woman knew her name, and then she palmed her forehead, and mumbled "nametag," and then turned to go into the stockroom.
"Well thanks for coming this year JC," Oliver said as he guided me towards a pile of clothes strewn about the floor.
"All of this product came damaged during today's shipment. It smells like grease and is covered in stains," Oliver explained to JC. JC was technically working in a different department these days, but she used to work in the stockroom, and all the other stockroom managers were out of the building today, so she was the next best thing to help that Oliver was going to get.
"Just cut the shipping label, and contents label off the box and give it to me. Once you do that place all the product in an empty box and label it DO NOT TOUCH. I'll go ahead and submit a report to distribution so that we can get replacements for the product. Sound good?"
"Yes, thank you so much JC, I did not know what to do. I was freaking out," Oliver said as he began to cut the labels and hand them to me.
"No worries Oliver. Are you going to be okay for the next few hours? I am doing interviews until 6, and then I am off for the day," I asked as I made my way towards the door.
"I'll be good, I am almost off myself. Thanks again!"
I made my way back to the sales floor, perfect timing too, as I looked up I saw Silas coming down to grab the interviewee's. Silas shot me a look of "where tf have you been?!" I pointed to the stockroom, and he rolled his eyes. I could never get a good read; some days he was a flaming gay man, and some days he was more masculine than a linebacker, but that was none of my business. Silas was a great guy, I had known him since I started with Emmerson sports about 5-6 years ago. He always gave it to me straight, which is why I could not wait to sit and tell him about last night's series of events.
