"Of course, sir. The bus was late. I can't control if we get stuck waiting for an old lady to count change before she pays her fare and the bus gets rolling again. It won't happen again." Sheila hoped he'd see reason and end this quickly.
"Do you have a license Mrs. Gibson? have you ever driven before?" Her boss asked.
Sheila scrunched up her face. Was he implying she not take the bus anymore because it might be late?
"I have a license, but my husband and I only have the one car," She said defensively.
"Mrs. Gibson," He said shortly, "The employees that drive to work are expected to leave early enough to allow time for weather and traffic. They are expected to get here before their shift begins, and they are expected to begin when their shift starts. It is also expected that the employees that rely on public transportation take steps to do the same. Be it by taking an earlier bus or by arranging a ride, or carpooling. To take a bus that sometimes gets you on time is unacceptable."
Mr. Fredricks took a step towards her and cleared his throat, "Is that something you are capable of doing?"
Sheila fought down the anger and embarrassment. She hated to admit it, but he did have a small point. Even if he was being a total asshole about it.
"By all means Mrs. Gibson, take your time answering, we all seem to be running on your schedule today," He stepped forward and placed a hand on Sheila's shoulder.
Sheila knew he could see down her top from that angle. She now was fighting down revulsion and anger.
Mr. Fredricks moved so he was directly behind her and placed a hand on both of her shoulders. He held them both in a firm grip. He lowered his face so it was beside hers.
"I ask again, do you want to keep this job Mrs. Gibson?"
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