All Yours

III

AURORA

My alarm's been ringing for the past fifteen minutes and I do not plan to turn it off anytime soon. I check my phone to see the time and mentally groan at how early it is.

For some goddamn reason, my manager decided to schedule me on the opening shift today when I never ever EVER open. And I've been working here for two years! He believes that we should open super early to catch all the wolf street tycoons who want their early coffee to get some extra revenue even though the cafe is a super well known franchise.

I slug out of my bed and basically roll onto the floor basking in my plush rug. Sounds of construction outside wake me up and I quickly sit up and start my skincare routine and get ready for yet another dreadful day of work.

~~

As soon as I entered the cafe, my manager was in the worst mood I've ever seen him in. For some reason he was a little more personal today than before. Whenever he would give me another task, he would stand uncomfortably close to me and put his face right in front of mine.

I knew he wasn't a good guy, but in the two years I've known him, he hasn't tried to make a move on me ever so today's a little strange. He has had his share of sexual comments; most of them being if I wanted a raise, I'd have to sleep with him. Men. But today, he was taking it a little further.

As I'm stocking cups, he rounds the corner from the dining area and I mentally groan at seeing his face again. He rounds the front counter and walks up to me. I try to stand my ground but his god-awful stench invades my nostrils and I involuntarily take a step back for some fresh air. He leans his head closer to mine and I scrunch my face away.

"My office, now." He says before walking off in the direction of his office. Uh oh. That can't be good at all. I rush off to follow him to his office and he closes the door behind me and sits down in his chair. He takes a swig from his water bottle from what I'm assuming isn't water.

"How many years have you been working here, Aurora?" He asks while rubbing his jaw.

"Umm two years. May I ask why?"

"You know you're a good worker right?" He asks as he stands from his chair. "And you know that you'll obey my command because I'm ultimately the one in charge right?" He starts to walk closer to where I stand and I gulp in apprehension. Technically what he's saying is true because I do have to heed to his command so I end up nodding once again. "So whatever I say right now, you'll obey?" He asks and I don't have time to respond before he raises his arm up and trails the collar of my shirt and lifts my bra strap and lets go, sending it back onto my skin painfully.

I hiss and back away a couple steps. "What are you doing?" I ask quiet rudely.

His eyes darken and he tries to fill the space between us. "You don't get to talk back doll face. I'm in charge here." He says as he reaches for the hem of my shirt and abruptly lifts it, showing my stomach.

Oh hell no. Grandma didn't raise me to be no bitch. I harshly slap his hand away before actually slapping him across the face hard. His faces turns to the side from the impact and he stays there for a moment I'm guessing relishing in the action.

"Human resources will be hearing about this!" I shout in his face. His races returns back to the normal position and his eyes are like nothing I've ever seen before.