Page 7 of Selfish Suit

35 employees.

I click through them one by one, expanding their profiles that show their picture, and stop when I reach her profile. Her employee badge photo doesn’t do her any justice, but sexy as hell or not, she deserves to be dealt with.

I click on her record, not expecting to see any reason to fire her, but… there are hundreds.

What the…

According to her file, she’s chronically late, problematic, and in the words of her supervisor, “so defiant in meetings I wonder why we still let her stay here…”

She’s missed the opportunity to move to the paid level three times, which is far longer than my intern program typically allows.

There must be something I’m missing.

Before I dive too deeply, I reopen the UberEats app and am faced with a pop-up message.

How was your driver? Rate Ivy on a scale of 1 to 5!

Negative fifty…

I hit “Rate Later” and look at another restaurant. This time it lets me pick thirty minutes from now as the delivery time, and I give it another try.

While I wait, I email my top two Human Resources advisors and demand that they call me the moment they see my messages.

In the middle of reaching out to other staff members, a guy walks into my boardroom.

“Uber Delivery for a D.S.?” he says. “Is that you?”

“Yes,” I say, standing.

He’s two minutes early.

Okay. I’m definitely getting Miss UberEats back…

Later that evening, after doing a lot more research, I call the Director of Interns, Alicia Fierro.

It rings once.

It rings twice.

“Who the hell is this?” she answers. “And why are you calling me so late?”

“Dominic Sutton.”

“Oh, okay.” She snorts. “Who are you really, before I hang up?”

“Miss Fierro, I’ve been looking at one intern’s personnel file, and I’m quite confused about what I’m seeing.”

She sucks in a deep breath. “I… uh—which intern, sir?”

“Ivy Locke.”

The line goes so quiet that I check to see if she’s gone through with her threat to hang up on me.

“Hello?” I say.

“Um, yes, sir?”

“Can you explain to me why Miss Locke hasn’t been fired?”

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