Creative Writting 101
"That's pronounced now, not no."
"I, um, I'm not sure--"
"That wasn't a request for input," Mr. Bigalow, Tammy's new boss, said snidely. "That was an instruction."
"But, you asked me if I would begin the eviction process on unit number 7-304. We have the rent check for that unit." She looked at the list of apartments that were past due. "It was due yesterday by close of business and the check was in the night drop box, so, no, I wouldn't."
"It was received after the close of business and it is a personal check," Mr. Bigalow pontificated. "A personal check is not money until it clears the bank, so no, the rent is not paid for that unit."
Tammy swallowed the smart ass comeback that almost jumped off her tongue. She took a moment to find a way to phrase her reply in a way that wouldn't get her fired before her first month of employment with Northern Property Management was over. "By law, we can't begin eviction until the grace period written into our rental agreements has expired," she squeezed out after a long moment.
"You're new to this position, so I will let this little rebellion slide. Assuming you do as you are told." He looked her over with a good dose of derision coloring his usual creepy leer. "For your edification, that woman in 7-304 likes to write hot checks. By the time her bank sends our bank the denial of funds, it will be past the three day mark."
There wasn't a polite way to say what she wanted after that remark. She focused on keeping her mouth and temper in check as she watch Mr. Bigalow make his way down the line of cubicles, probably to find someone else to terrorize with slightly illegal "instructions."
She had a master's degree in business and ten years of experience in property management, most of it with her family's business in Dallas. She'd seen enough underhanded business practices to make her stick straight black hair curl. The property management industry was rife with corruption and questionable business practices. Six months ago, her uncle, who was the CEO of the family business, had instituted a policy that virtually guaranteed that none of their tenants would ever be able to get their damage deposits back.
"Miss Goslin, this is horrible drivel." Gloria gulped at the vulcan eyebrow thing going on with her proffessor's face.
"But you haven't even gootn past the first page," she gulped.
"I do not need to," he replied ominously. "I have been teaching this course for more than twenty years. I have read many, many manuscripts in many, many genres. Go back and re-read the guidline I gave you, and then revise this drivel."
Gloria slumped as she took her paper back. Rewrite it in what way? It's not like "this is drivel" constituted actual critique. What she really needed was a teacher, not an asshole professor. A teacher like... Lamar?