WIN
Being a mafia boss isn't an easy profession, it includes mindset, quick decisions and harsh orders more over it needs a stone heart with no emotions. Love was a word that never existed in the mafia world. Ever since I was 10 I was assigned to carry forward the buisness my father died for. My mother was cheat who eventually ended her life after being caught. I have a brother who i feed for, Vee that's his name, the buisness in due course became handy to me. When I turned 16 I realised I was gay. And when I was 18 I had my first boyfriend. It was so funny because it was since then I became a ruthless cold hearted person and the word love did not exist in my vocabulary. It was since then I lost count of how many people I slept with. They were just like sluts to me. No feelings only body. Money for me was like water. Capture, conquer and torture.
TEAM
Gosh what a boring day to start with. I really need to find another job. This delivery doesn't even feed me and my brother well. My brother, Mark is older and he too works at a small cafe in the town. It's so tiring to run places to deliver packages and if the ordered package doesn't reach on time the customers don't pay. Sheesh! I needed to find myself a part time job and I'm definitely going to that.
2 months later..........
MARK
Today I was as usual working until I came to a customer who ordered mocha. I, on my usual handed over to him the order but as I turned he spat the mocha out of his mouth. I never disappointed any of my customers, the boss itself treats me as the favourite but this guy has the audacity to ruin it.
??: If you can't make something edible, don't even run a cafe! Call your manager I want to speak to him.
MARK: I'm sorry but if there's something wrong in the drink we can speak about it calmly, you did not have the need to spit it out that way and attract attention.
??: Oho so first you make something un edible and then you blame me for attracting attention? How naive of you to say that! CALL YOUR FUCKING MANAGER.
The commotion was too loud that the customers sitting in the cafe all looked at us. Not untill my boss appeared from outside.
BOSS: what's happening here?
MARK: Sir this guy is making a scene for this mocha. I told him that we could speak calmly but he decided to make a fuss.
??: And I don't get it why a lame person is hired to be a cafe waiter when he can't handle customers and the drinks well.
BOSS: I'm sorry on his behalf I'll make sure he does his work properly.
That bastard just smirked but what got me muddled was the expression on face of my boss.
||The end ||
