An hour later, after surviving a long trickle of afternoon clients, Johnny steps back out to the floor. I immediately ambush him.
"Why won't you just employ one of them?"
He stops, looking at me with lazy indifference.
"Beat me."
"Johnny, please."
"It's not like you're actually that good at your job," he says, stepping closer, his voice dropping into that familiar patronizing tone.
"Maybe you've been intentionally sending me incompetent applicants just so I can beg you to stay."
I furrow my brows, completely baffled by his delusion. "What?"
"You want me to see how important you are, don't you? This whole stunt- bringing in Banks, threatening to leave, it's just your cunning little way to make me value you."
I let out a harsh, exhausted breath.
"Johnny, you are being profoundly
