FIRED!

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I arrived at work and Jennifer was going in with her face down.

"That's the thing about boyfriends" i thought as she brought her face up to start cooking, she had been crying.

"Mrs Johnson has finally been left in tears. Jenn, every guy hates you because you are middle class and your job at Prime Meals is your life' Riley and her team teased as Jennifer cried.

I came closer and patted her as her tears fell on my shoulders.

"SAMANTHA!!! THE BOSS IS HERE!" My heart dropped. I left Jennifer and served the meals on a plate. And i came out. He was muscular and he smirked as he stared at me. He was just like the bosses i saw in movies. I dropped the tray and turned to leave. He softly grabbed my hand.

"Join me" he reminded me of Brandon. And i kinda missed him. I sat and joined him.

We were both eating and the other cooks had a frown on their face. He suddenly started rubbing my hair. I smiled although i didnt like that. 1.5 million wasn't a little money. He fed me soup. I ate and he suddenly started rubbing my knees. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THIS MAN? I kept looking at him, and what he would do next. He took his hand towards my laps and i felt cold shivers running down my spine. As he lifted my top slowly, i got uncomfortable, gathered the courage and slapped him.

'HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME? YOU ARE A MAFIA, THAT TAKES ADVANTAGE OF GIRLS BUT I WILL NOT BE A VICTIM!' We were both fuming. He raised his hands to slap me. I closed my eyes. I knew the slap would land. My lips and legs were trembling but 5 seconds passed, no slap landed.

I slowly opened my eyes. Brandon was holding his fist. His eyes were red and the mafia boss was shocked. All eyes were on us.

I was so happy.  He gave him a hard punch that landed him on the ground. I smiled as Miss came towards us and slapped me across the face.


"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS MAN WANTED TO GIVE US? 1.5 MILLION DOLLARS! AM SURE YOU DON'T KNOW THAT AMOUNT BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER HAD IT! YOUR MOM IS RIGHT! YOU'RE BAD LUCK TO EVERYONE AROUND YOU!" She yelled and pushed me.

"So you want her raped for 1.5 Million, you dont realize Sam is also a human!' Brandon yelled at her.

"Okay, watch me. Samantha, you are FIRED' She declared as tears rushed down my face. I ran to the kitchen. Brandon was speechless. I took my handbag and my spoon. The spoon meant a lot to me. The cooks were snickering at me and Jennifer came.

"Samantha....

I pushed her away and ran out of the restaurant in tears.

"Please dont fire Sam, she's a good cook" I heard one of the customers say.

I was running and crying and Brandon was running after me. He stopped me.

"YOU'VE DONE WHAT YOU WANTED! NOW LET ME BE!' I yelled.

"You slapped him first"

"But why did you punch him? Let me be, please" i continued running. Life was so cruel. I started counting my faults.

When i was brought into the world, Dad was with another woman. Mom ran places to feed us both. She got a job in a mansion as a maid, but she was fired when i was 16. I couldn't have a proper education! Everywhere i went, bad luck and darkness were with me. My mom beats me everyday. I just wanted to go get in a moving vehicle or something. I stumbled and blacked out.

'

I woke up the next day with a spinning headache. I was on a luxurious bed with white sheets and blanket. I got up and was surprised. The room had so many windows with a great view of the beach.

"WHERE WAS I?" Suddenly, Brandon came in wearing a black suit on his way to work.

"Morning beautiful" he smiled. That was the first time someone thought i was beautiful.

"Why did you bring me here?" i was annoyed.
"You fainted last night" he replied.

"Are you leaving me all alone at home?" I asked.

"My maid Kendra is in the kitchen. Call her if you need anything" he spoke and left the room.

"Mr Jonathan!' i called out as he turned.

"Call me Brandon" he said and sat near me.

"Brandon...Brandon...Brandon" i said his name thrice and i could tell he was staring at my lips.

"Thanks for helping me.' i spoke as he smiled.

"It's really nothing Sam' he left the room.


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