CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-FIVE
“Will these new people be given the chance to buy shares?” the woman asked.
“We hadn’t thought of it,” Aden said. “Why?”
“I don’t like the idea of non-Lipson people buying shares,” she said. “Remember those jerks that had shares and ended up leaving?”
“How could I forget?” Aden nodded.
“I worked for them,” she said. “They were miserable to everyone.”
“We should have known about that,” Bambi said.
“I know,” she said. “But things were different then. No one talked about that kind of thing. Plus, they were owners and I was just an employee.”
“That’s awful,” Bambi said. She looked at Aden. “We can’t have that.”
“No one should have to deal with that,” Aden said.
“I didn’t bring it up to complain,” the woman said. “I just. . . you know, think that we should be cautious with new people. Make them work for us for a year before they can buy in. Once they buy in, they are permanent. You know?”
DeShawn stood up in the back.
“I agree with her,” DeShawn said.
Pete hit him lightly with the back of his hand and said, “I second that.”
“I second that,” DeShawn repeated what Pete had said.
“Then we have a motion,” Aden said. “New hires would have to work for the company for a year before they can buy in. All those in favor?”
A sea of hands shot up.
“Against,” Aden said.
No one raised a hand.
“What do you think about keeping the four day a week schedule?” Aden asked.
For a long moment, no one said anything. There was general whispering on one side of the room.
“We should try it before we make it permanent,” a man said from that side of the room. “Hire new people. Keep it in place for a year or so. See how it goes.”
“If it’s affordable and we’re still productive, then we vote to make it permanent,” Aden said.
Someone clapped and everyone joined in.
“We need to vote,” Tres said. “For the minutes. I second Aden’s proposal.”
A sea of hands went up.
“Then we’re in agreement,” Aden said. “If you know people who need work, are willing to wear masks, take Covid tests, and aren’t assholes — let them know that we’re hiring.”
“Okay,” Aden said. “I know everyone has a lot on their plates right now. I don’t want to keep you. Thanks for coming in, voting, and bring your ideas to us.”
“Who owns Lipson Construction?” Jacob asked.
“We own Lipson Construction,” the owner said.
Everyone cheered. For a moment, no one moved.
“See you tomorrow,” Aden said.
Everyone slowly moved out of the space.
“Nicely done,” Jacob said.
“Let’s go home,” Tres said.
“So, that dog?” Aden asked Tres as they walked out of the meeting area.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday...
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