My Boss Put Me on Toilet Duty Until a French Tycoon Refused to Meet Anyone Else Chapter 08
Mr. Boone stood frozen, unable to say a word. Seraphina sat across the conference table, her face
deathly pale.
I never learned exactly how the meeting ended. Lila told me later that Seraphina stood alone in the hallway for a long time, staring at the empty lobby workstation.
That night, Mr. Boone called my cell phone.
“Elowen.”
“Mr. Boone.”
“You know what happened with our French clients today?”
“I do.”
“Why never told me about how you helped secure that big contract three years ago?”
“I’m just lobby staff. My job is to welcome guests and keep things running smoothly. I never saw any reason to bring it up for praise.”
A long silence came from the other end of the line.
“Come back to the lobby.”
“The digital systems are still in place. The lobby no longer needs a dedicated staff member.”
“I’m telling you to return to your old position.”
“I’m afraid that’s not your call anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because Seraphina is still here.”
The line went quiet again before the call ended.
The next morning, Seraphina was summoned to Mr. Boone’s office. She walked out with red-rimmed eyes.
She passed the warehouse and stopped to look at me. Her gaze held no more arrogance or contempt.
It was the look of someone who knew she had lost, yet could not understand where she had gone
Wrong.
“Do you need something?” I asked.
She said nothing and walked away.
Around noon, Lila ran into the warehouse completely out of breath.
[Mr. Boone just sent out a company-wide email blast!]
She held up her phone so I could read the message.
[Effective immediately, the lobby concierge position is reinstated. Elowen Hale will resume all duties. All administrative operations will follow her judgment from this point forward.)
Dozens of replies filled the thread below.
[Understood. Great work, Elowen!]
[We’ll follow your lead!]
[Finally! It’s such a relief to have you back sorting our packages!]
I returned to the lobby. Zara Hudson helped me clean the desk thoroughly. She bought a new potted plant identical to my old one. The pen cup was refilled with fresh pens, and the countertop was polished spotless.
Lila came by to greet me. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
Elias walked past and left a bag of snacks on the desk. Bernice brought over a cup of coffee.
I held back tears as I looked at all of them.
“Thank you everyone. I’m home.”
The lobby went back to its original state. Paper sign-in logs were neatly arranged, packages fully sorted, and fresh drinks always ready for guests.
The very next day, returning clients expressed their relief.
“It’s wonderful to see you back! I almost left the other day when no one was here to help with the kiosk.”
“Nothing beats having a person here instead of those machines.”
Within a week, a steady line formed at the lobby.
Clients dropping off samples, signing contracts and staff handling daily tasks all came specifically to find me.
