She Was At Work When Her Boss Called Her To His Office Urgently

Some people really like the TV show “Profit” on CNBC.

In it, self-made millionaire Marcus Lemonis helps small businesses that aren’t doing well by giving them his own money.

Marcus Lemonis has known for a long time how important it is to make workers happy with their jobs and know that they are valued for what they do.

His philosophy is to be fair and nice to his workers. This makes them care more about their jobs, which makes them more productive in the long run.

Tami Forbes runs the Key West Key Lime Pie Company shop.

Tami only gets about $500 US a week, even though she does everything from marketing to stocking the shelves.

Tami also has two sets of twins who are 8 years old, and she is pregnant with her third child.

Tami is on her feet for nine hours a day at that job, and she also works a second job to make ends meet. After work, she has to be a mom when she gets home, of course.

Since Tami was about to go on maternity leave, she was worried about how she would pay her bills.

“I’m going to need your help before you leave. I’ve got to get some things done, and you’re going to be our leader here. But in order for you to be able to have good peace of mind, I wanted to give you some money,” Marcus says.

Tami is then offered full pay while she is on maternity leave, with the promise of a raise when she returns to work.

“It means everything to know that I get a salary that I can live on and still save money… I’ve never had it that way,” she says.

But Tami is in for an even bigger treat… Check out the video below:

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