Page 15 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

That one didn’t bother to keep her voice down like the other two. Ignoring them, he flipped through the top folder.

“Oh no—not the employee satisfaction forms,” the manager said in consternation. “You were rather harsh, Bethany.”

Garrett suppressed a frown. Did that mean Hector let his employees ratehim?

Doesn’t matter. Keep your eye on the prize. He set that folder aside, flipping through the others until he found the one containing the health plan information.

“Her address isn’t in there,” Hector called from the door as Garrett pushed aside some purchasing orders.

Damn. Cinnamon was more expensive than he thought.

“I’m not looking for Emma’s address,” he muttered without looking up.

Garrett’s private detective had sent that to him yesterday. However, after a long lecture from Celeste, he had refrained from going there last night.

But he had wanted to. At one point he’d even climbed into his car and turned it on. The only reason he hadn’t driven over had been the realization it was after two a.m.

Needless to say, he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep.

He wasn’t going to find what he needed on his own. Garrett pinned the trio at the door with a pointed look. “Please come in here, Hector.”

The threesome in the doorway looked at each other.

“Go,” whispered Kyle.

“Err. Yes, I will come intomyoffice,” Hector replied, walking in with an exaggerated put-upon expression. He ruined it a moment later when he sat in the chair reserved for employees.

The man was going to need assertiveness training if he wantedDe Ollato succeed.

“Where are your health insurance agreements?”

Hector blinked. “Our what?”

Garrett sighed and held up a folder. “The agreements that spell out the medical coverage terms for full-time employees. Emma is full-time, isn’t she?”

“Yes?”

Garrett scowled. “Is that a question?”

“No.” The manager cleared his throat as Bethany snickered in the background. “She is a full-time employee.Myemployee.”

The emphasis was not lost on him. Garrett looked over the man’s shoulder. “Can you two leave us? I need to speak to Hector alone.”

The junior staff melted away. When he turned back to Hector, the other man was sitting straighter, having taken the time to bolster his confidence.

“Perhaps we should switch sides here?” Hector suggested, gesturing to his desk chair. “Or not,” he added quickly when Garrett gave hima flat look.

Garrett placed his hand on the pile of folders. “How long has Emma been working for you?”

Hector’s brow creased as he thought about it. “A little over nine months.”

“In this building?” he asked, unwilling to believe Emma Mendez had been under his nose all that time.

“No,” Hector said. “She was at the waterfront kiosk for most of it. I transferred her here when we got the contract.”

Garrett relaxed. It had only been a couple of months, then. But his brain couldn’t help calculating the exact number of hours Emma had been in this building without his knowledge.

“And what do you know about her accident?”

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