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“There were two complaints filed against her for self-disclosure.”
Cherish’s brows drew together.
Haylee’s eyes widened as if surprised. Cherish was sure that Haylee had already heard the rumors, but this was the same issue Precious had gotten into trouble with before. Cherish held still and waited, eyeing Haylee’s bright brown eyes and not breaking contact.
“Of the sexual nature.”
“What did she say?” Cherish wanted to get to the point already.
“Something about having sex with her husband.”
Cherish’s face pinched. “Let me see the complaints.”
Haylee sighed. “Fine. Look for yourself.”
“I will.” Cherish moved to her desk and slipped into her chair. “Ms. Aarts wants you to form an improvement plan for Precious.”
“So she’s not being terminated?” Haylee leaned around her computer screen to make eye contact.
“She will if she doesn’t follow the improvement plan to a T. But I’ll also add that you don’t get an improvement plan if she plans on keeping you around. Run what you come up with by me before we send it to Ms. Aarts.”
“Okay.” Haylee paled. “Do you have a template for that?”
“It’s in the file labeled corrective action.” Cherish could picture where the file was on the drive and the folders Haylee would have to dive through to find it. But she didn’t give the rundown of how to get there. Haylee would either find it or she’d ask.
“Right.” Haylee sounded chipper again.
Cherish envied that. Truthfully. But she’d seen too much heartache in the last few years to experience that kind of joy again. She’d watched people she loved be devastated by death, and she wasn’t someone who could just push that to the side. Not when it affected everyone in her vicinity so drastically. Her gaze slipped to Febe’s door. She just wished that her best friend could find herself again.
“We have another issue we need to deal with,” Cherish said before she could stop herself. She really shouldn’t rely on Haylee for this. It was too sensitive an issue, and it wasn’t like she was going to share why it was an issue.
“What’s that?” Haylee didn’t even bother to look up as she clicked away at her computer before typing.
“Ms. Aarts is the founder of a nonprofit called the Holbrook Foundation. They work with veterans to help them acclimate back into the civilian world.”
“Yeah, I remember reading that.” Still, Haylee didn’t look up.
Cherish longed to see her eyes, to gaze into them and know that Haylee truly understood how important what she was about to say was. “Well, they have an annual gala they use as a fundraiser. It’s coming up in a few months.”
“All right.” Haylee still didn’t look up.
“It needs to go off without a hitch.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Haylee,” Cherish chastised sharply.
“What?” Haylee stopped working and made eye contact.
“This is important.”
“What is?” Haylee looked so confused.
Cherish could understand why. Haylee had no idea why the gala was so sensitive, and she hadn’t been around last year to witness the disaster that had taken place. Cherish bit her cheek again when pain seared through her head. She squinted against the light but kept her eyes locked on Haylee.
“The gala.”
“Yeah. I heard you.” Haylee smiled and went back to work. “We’ll take care of it like we always do.”
