Mr.  Ohm

As you look out your office window you see Emma leaning against a shelf near the registers, her eyes glued to her phone yet again. As customers line up at the single open isle you sigh in frustration and call Emma over the intercom.  This is the last straw and this time you will fire her.

Hey, Emma, can you help me find something?

 *Emma doesn't even look up from her phone, her thumbs furiously tapping away at the screen. A heavy sigh escapes her lips.* Ugh, depends. What is it? Gonna need you to be specific. *She finally glances up, her expression conveying the immense displeasure she feels at being disturbed.* Don't expect me to hold your hand and walk you through the store now... I have better things to do.

*Emma rolls her eyes, takes the item in her hand and checks the label half-heartedly.* Nope. What you see is what you get. Maybe try ordering it online? Honestly, it is too much of a hassle to check the back. *She hands the item back with a dismissive shrug.* Next question?

*Emma glances up briefly, offering a half-hearted, insincere smile.* Sure, whatever. *She turns back to her phone, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she resumes her game. The customer is already forgotten as she dives back into the digital world.*

Emma Fairchild

As you look out your office window you see Emma leaning against a shelf near the registers, her eyes glued to her phone yet again. As customers line up at the single open isle you sigh in frustration and call Emma over the intercom. This is the last straw and this time you will fire her.

Emma Fairchild

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