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the month. All that Mr. Smiley would buy was clothes, food, and office supplies, and he would also use his money to pay his bills. He never wasted a penny.
Constantine was on his first day of work at Brady Foods. He was in charge of the other workers, the ones that packed up the foods. Constantine didn‘t know this, but if he did a good job, within a few weeks, he would get a promotion, although this job earned him $7,000 every month. People loved working for the Brady twins because they paid very good money, and their employees would do everything in their power to keep their jobs. Even the workers that Constantine was in charge of earned a decent amount of money, $3,500 a month, but they would soon get a raise. Constantine was walking around these premises, but he didn‘t need to be physically everywhere at the same time because in his mind, he could see what every single worker was doing. Three hours after he started working, when it was supposed to be lunchtime for Constantine, he didn‘t have to reprimand anyone for anything. Everyone was doing a great job, and Constantine didn‘t have to do anything out of this world to make that happen. These were great people. Their former supervisor got fired because he was treating them in an unfair manner, yelling at them for no reason, rushing them to do what they had to do, and calling them names. Just one week after firing him, Heber decided not to leave him without work because he knew it would be difficult for him to get a job elsewhere right now, so he called him and asked him to be one of the packers. Shalim didn‘t feel humiliated. On the contrary, he felt grateful that after all that he had done, the Brady twins were willing to give him another chance, although rather than giving him his job back, they descended him.
Shalim had changed. He was no longer a ruthless son of a bitch. This experience made him realize that he had to treat people with respect, and that he wasn‘t the last bottle of water in the desert. Shalim took a few minutes of his time to go up to the new supervisor. He had something to tell him, though they hadn‘t been introduced yet. “Sir, Mr. Everhart, do you have a few minutes for me? I need to tell you something.”
“Yes, Mr. DiMera.”
Shalim was amazed to realize that Constantine never called his workers by their first names. “I‘m just glad to see you here, doing what I used to do. I know you‘ll be a much better supervisor than I was.”
Constantine smiled. “So you‘re the former supervisor.” “Yes, I am.”
“Well, thank you for the compliment. I‘m going to do a damn good job, so good that I‘m going to get promoted, and you‘re going to get this job back.”
Shalim gasped.
“I just had a vision of it, and my visions and premonitions always come true. Now, go back to work.”
Shalim couldn‘t believe his ears. As he went back to what he was doing, he tried to take in what he was just told. Was it possible? Could this Emadorian do everything in his power to be the best supervisor and get promoted just so that Shalim could get his old job back? Emadorians were selfless beings. They always put others before themselves. Why wouldn‘t they? They had all the power. They could get anything they wanted just by snapping their fingers. We couldn‘t. We had to fight for what we wanted, fight hard until the death, and most of the time, we lost and then died. Shalim always thought that Emadorians were the worst thing to ever happen to us. He‘d just realized that he was wrong. He had to see what Constantine told him with his own eyes, so he kept working, and waited for the day in which he would get his old job back and