Five Years, Too Late

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Jasmine's pov 👙

Mike's kitchen!

"Arrrrrrrgh!"

Adele lets out a screeching sound, I covered my ears at once and shot her a glare.

Luckily, we're out of customer's coverage, else some of them would have been giving us weird glances.

"Shut up!" I scolded her.

She slapped her hands on her mouth, but doesn't stop screaming. When she's had enough, she stopped.

"I knew you'd react this way, that's why I brought you to the locker room" I told her in warning tone.

She scoffed and shrugged off my words, crazy female.

"You mean, Elvis was sent here by your dad.. to watch over you?" She asked.

"Yeah"

"Now it all makes sense!" She exclaimed.

"What makes sense?". I asked.

She got up, I sighed and rolled my eyeballs.. she's about to make it dramatic.

Her hands behind her, she paced to and fro in front of me...she tilted her head as though she's thinking.

"Our behaviors throughout these years should have gotten us fired, but it didn't"

Adele nodded her head, she stopped pacing and reached out her hands.

"Let me count our merits and demerits... I'll start with our demerits"

She cleared her throat and began.

"We always come to work late, you always give the wrong orders..."

"Wait" I cut her off with a small frown. "How come it's only me that give the wrong orders?"

"Baby, you do it all the time, but I don't... that's your habit"

"Pot calling kettle black!" I mumbled.

I shook my head, giving the wrong orders is clearly her habit, everyone in the restaurant knows that.

"We usually skip when it's our turn to clean... Now, let's count our merits"

"Do we have any?" I asked.

Adele released a laugh, she waved off my words.

"Of course we have, we can't be all that bad" she said.

Hmm, she's right.

"Already, let's hear it, knock it off" I told her.

She cleared her throat again.

"Well, we... we... we... "

I tilted my head, while she paused to think.

"We... we... "

She stopped talking and sat down, she put her elbow on the table and rested her head in her hands.

"We don't have any" she said.

I laughed briefly at her expression, she glared at me and I quickly sobered up.

"Like seriously, it's obvious we're his favorites because he was sent here to watch over you... "

She trailed off and gasped loudly, like she just remembered something.

"... maybe he has always hated us because we give him headaches, who knows if he's being secretly killing us in his heart!"