Chances

Chapter 3 - Devil of a Boss

The past three weeks have been hell. Mr. Dominique has been biting my head off with every little thing I did wrong. The sympathetic stares from my co-workers were starting to become bothersome. As I was leaning against James’ desk, talking about simple things, Mr. Dominque came out, slamming the door behind him. He stalked towards us making me turn my body to face him. Matilda and I had gone shopping for more ‘fancy clothing’ that was appropriate for work, which had definitely cost us. Since it was roughly the beginning of April, I had decided to wear green. So, I had a light green chiffon dress, with a white lace belt around the middle. It flowed out until mid-thigh, and I pared it with white lace flats. I had given my poor blistered feet a break for today.

“Walk with me.” He commanded, not bothering to wait. I stumbled over my own two feet to catch up with his long strides seeing as he was roughly six feet and I was 5’4”, so I wasn’t too tall, but still.

“See ya, James!” I called, hearing him yell a bye right as the thick metal elevator doors closed on us.

“I have your paycheck for the month.” I nearly started jumping with excitement.

“Really!?” I beamed, looking him head on for the first time in about a week. A small smile graced his lips before he hammered it down.

“Yes, but may I ask something?”

“You just did.” I replied naturally before realizing who I was talking to. I usually answered that to my brothers. “I mean, yeah sure.” My eyes widened. “I mean yes!” I cleared my throat, feeling embarrassed. He was staring at me, with a brow with his brows drawn tightly.

“Why did you get this job?” I blinked.

“Why not?”

“I treat you like shit.” He challenged, narrowing his eyes. I glared at him.

“Yeah, thanks for that by the way.” His gaze intensified, as if his eyes were sending me a message about how mad he really was. I felt some sort of pride at how I could push his buttons.

“Why do you keep it? Are you going through financial issues?” I clenched my fists.

“Why would I tell you?” I exclaimed, letting out a harsh laugh. “It’s not like you care since you don’t give a flying fuck about people feelings!” He stalked towards me, with angry dark eyes.

“Maybe you should grow up. When somebody asks you how you’re financially doing, maybe they’re curious. You blame me for not caring, but I never said I would.” It was the first time he had raised his voice at me, and I felt too shocked to say anything. We landed at the bottom floor right when he finished his sentence, and I watched as he stalked passed me. His retreating back turned and walk outside. Great. I had gotten pissed over ten times these past few weeks but he had never yelled at me. It was… exhilarating. It felt mean, but I was proud that I had stood up to him. I dragged my body out of the elevator, and walked up to Abigail.

“He ain’t lookin’ too happy.” She commented, filing paper in drawers in her desk. Abigail and my relationship had increased greatly. As in she could hold a conversation with me, and I was no longer thinking bad things about her. She was actually pretty nice if you broke through her ‘I’m a slut’ exterior.

“He wasn’t.” I sighed, banging my head against the wooden counter. She barked out a laugh, her hazel eyes shining with mischief.

“What’d you do now?” My brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” She started, moving forward and pushing her desk drawers closed. “He always comes storming out of that elevator all pissed and cranky. I bet it’s you every time.” She smirked.