Secret Infidelity

Chapter 3.)

"I'm sorry Ms. Dowell... we just filled this position yesterday afternoon,"

"But... you told me to come in today... what do- are you serious?" Nimue frowned, staring at the hiring manager.

"I do apologize but ... you don't meet our qualifications,"

"You had me drive thirty minutes here on E! To tell me this bullshit! Are you kidding me?! You could have saved my ass the trouble and told me this over the phone!" She grimaced, rising to her feet.

Anger was foreign to Nimue, but the Lord knew there was only so much a person could take and today of all days was the wrong day to test her holiness.

"You spoke to me for an hour here! Laughing and everything, asked me for my availability and if I had transportation then got the AUDACITY to tell me you gave my position AWAY YESTERDAY! Why the fuck would you still allow me to come all the way down here? Gas is not cheap in case you haven't noticed!"

"I'm u- I'm sorry... if we have an opening, I'll b-"

"FUCK YOUR WAITLIST! You owe me twenty damn dollars for gas and wasting my damn time!" Nimue held out her hand and wiggled her fingers for emphasis while ignoring the other employees staring at her crazily.

Reaching inside her lab coat, the lady removed the crisp twenty-dollar bill and Nimue snatched it away and picked up her belongings.

"I'll be sure to call HR, be blessed," she smiled evenly before strutting away with the little dignity she had left.

Once inside the car, she took a moment to calm herself down. She hadn't felt that angry since she saw her parents' bodies at the morgue and even then, she hated the way it felt. She enjoyed calmness, peace, and happiness, anything other than that shifted her balance or made her nauseous.

After calming down, she stopped at the nearest gas station since she only had three miles until the tank got to E. While browsing the aisles for little snacks since she only needed twelve dollars to last her for a while, she used five of that for honey buns and bottled water.

"Come on dawg, watch yo fuckin' step," She heard the deep voice say followed by a shaky response.

"M-my bad Honcho... I di- didn't see you man,"

Honcho... who the fuck is Honcho? She wondered as she placed her things down on the counter ready to pay until the store clerk brushed her items to the side as if she wasn't even there.

I know you fuckin lying, Nimue eyed the clerk crazily but his eyes were fixated elsewhere.

"This all you getting, Honcho?"

"Oh, fuc- excuse me?!" Nimue's brows dipped as she scrunched her nose up in disgrace, she could not believe she was being treated as if she were invisible.

"I know you see her standing here,"

"I got her next, you know you come first, always," eagerness was heavy in his eyes as he basically shooed Nimue away as if she was messing up his business.

Nimue was disgusted, perplexed, and pissed the hell off all in one. Never has she seen a grown-ass man damn near leap out of his body for another grown-ass man, but here it was, right in her face.

If she weren't scary, she would have turned around to give this Honcho guy a piece of her mind for taking up her time that she knew he had no intention of doing it, but someone needed to be blamed for this.