My Boss Put Me on Toilet Duty Until a French Tycoon Refused to Meet Anyone Else Chapter 10
Seraphina arrived at the lobby promptly at eight thirty the next morning. She set her bag down on
the desk and looked at me.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’ll stay nearby. I won’t interfere with your work.”
“There’s no need. Leave.”
“I’ll stay just in case you have questions.”
She frowned but did not push me away. I pulled over a chair and sat to the side.
The first guest arrived at eight forty-five. An older man carrying sample cases came to find Elias.
Seraphina put on a polite smile. “Good morning. Who are you here to see?”
“Elias Tate. I come here every month; he knows who I am.”
“Do you have a scheduled appointment?”
“No.”
“Please wait while I contact his workstation.”
She picked up the phone and dialed the technical department line. The line was busy. She tried again, with the same result.
The guest grew impatient after waiting two minutes.
Seraphina glanced over at me. “Are there alternate extensions for the technical team?”
“They have other lines, but most staff work out in the lab instead of their cubicles. Their phones are
often left unattended.”
“What should I do then?”
“You can offer him a seat and a drink, or simply lead him upstairs directly. We don’t require formal check-ins for regular long-term guests.”
Seraphina gritted her teeth, then stood and escorted the guest upstairs.
By ten o’clock, problems began piling up. Two separate teams had booked the same meeting room. Staff from sales and technical stood arguing in the lobby.
“I submitted my booking first!”
“My email timestamp is nine oh three. Yours is nine oh five!”
“The system clock has delays!”
Seraphina stepped between them. “Everyone calm down. I’ll check the system records.”
She spent minutes pulling up the booking logs. Both requests showed identical timestamps, leaving
her unable to make a decision.
Everyone stared at her waiting for a solution. She glanced toward me once more.
“How did you handle overlapping meeting rooms before?”
“We never had this problem. I manually scheduled every room personally, so conflicts never
happened.”
The sales team gave up first. “We’ll use the smaller meeting room instead.” Both groups left the
lobby.
Seraphina said nothing and returned to her work.
Major trouble struck in the afternoon. A long-term client called to file a complaint about faulty products. Their call bounced between departments endlessly.
The sales team sent the issue to technical support. Technical support passed it to the service team.
The service team insisted the sales department was responsible.
The client exploded in frustration over the phone. “Who here can actually resolve this problem?”
At three thirty, a flood of deliveries arrived. The package lockers were completely full, so dozens of parcels piled up across the lobby floor.
Seraphina tried moving the heavy packages alone but could not manage. She called other admin
staff over to help, yet the mess only grew worse.
Staff searched for their parcels and constantly picked up the wrong items. People opened packages
only to realize they belonged to someone else.
Bernice rushed down from finance. “I have a contract that needs shipping out today. Where is my package?”
Seraphina dug through the piles for ten minutes with no luck.
“We never had this chaos when Elowen was here,” Bernice said sharply. “She kept outgoing mail in
a separate basket. How could you not know that basic thing?”
Seraphina pressed her lips together tightly and stayed silent.
Five o’clock came, marking the end of the workday. The lobby remained a total mess Half the packages were still unsorted, phones continued ringing, and two more guests waited for assistance
Seraphina slouched in her chair.
Her hair had come loose, her makeup was smudged, and her blouse collar hung crooked. Stacks of unfinished forms, unopened parcels and unanswered messages surrounded her.
“It’s quitting time,” I said.
She sat in silence for a long while.
“You take over,” she finally said.
I stepped back to my workstation. I sorted all remaining packages in five minutes.
I organized the sign-in logs in three more minutes. I returned all missed phone calls and assisted the waiting guests quickly. I set up all guest arrangements for the next day as well.
In twenty minutes total, the lobby was fully back in order.
Seraphina stood beside me, watching every move I made. Neither of us spoke.
She picked up her bag and fixed her appearance.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “The lobby cannot run properly without you.”
I smiled gently and kept sorting parcels.
Whether she fully admitted defeat or not did not matter. From the next day onward, she would leave lobby operations entirely to me. That was all I needed.
