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"Excuse me! Sorry! So sorry!" I say passing the people in line at the coffee shop and running up to my favorite barista, Jada, "Uh ohh running late?" She says as I brush my curly hair that is in a very messy state from my run over here. "So so late please tell me you go-" "venti espresso con panna with caramel and venti mocha java Frappuccino" she interrupts me placing the cups in front of me.
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"Thank you so much" I say sliding her twenty dollars before leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Yeah yeah just remember that when you come over tonight for dinner you are buying the chinese" she says. "Got you see you later" I say grabbing the drinks and rushing out of the building saying sorry to everyone again. I see a person hopping out of a cab and I praise the lord rushing over there and hopping in. "SJ Fashion Inc please" I say hurriedly and he nods taking off.
Five minutes later we are pulling up and I quickly throw him a a twenty thanking him and jumping out of the car. I damn near sprint inside of the building being careful not to spill the coffees though. "Late again Ms. Braxton?" Joey, the security guard asks as I run past flashing my badge at him. "I am never late just..." "late?" He supplies as I get onto the elevator. "Whatever" I say as the doors slide shut. I tap my foot nervously as the elevator goes up slowly.
One. I came to work for SJ Fashions during my junior year of college, my dream was to become a fashion designer for the famous company headed by the editor and chief, Iyanna Johansson so I started working as an intern under her directly, she was a fair boss. Sweet and treated me with respect and kindness. Two. Iyanna stepped down as the editor and chief and in stepped her daughter, Scarlett Johansson, and my new boss. Three. Two years in hell on Earth. She came in spitting fire the first day, running things with an iron fist that always felt like it is closing in around my neck. At just the age of twenty four, a year older than me, she accomplished more than most people in life. And she shows it by putting fear into everyone she works for. Four. I found myself in the worst situation possible. I was in love with a tyrant...
"Thank the high heavens you are here the wicked bitch is having another temper tantrum this morning" Isaac, my coworker and best friend, says coming up to me. "I know I'm late I was up late last night wrapping Christmas gifts and preparing my apartment for my families arrival-" I start as he follows me to my office and I hand him the coffee and put my drink down before taking off my jacket. "You know I love listening to you rant friend but right now, you need to deal with this bitch because if she yells at me one more time I'm losing my job" he says pulling me out of the room and I take the coffee before going to meet my nightmare.
