It was a hot hot day in Paris. I hopped through the streets with the wind hitting my handle. Im almost late for work.
Boss is gonna kill me! I told him that I wouldn't be late to work anymore but I slept in again. I'm just so clumsy. I hope I don't get fired...
I burst through the kitchen doors and there I see my boss. His big muscular arms crossed as he stomps through the kitchen. The large stomps causes my handle to wobble a bit...
uh oh...
"Queel! You're 15 minutes late to work. This is the THIRD time this week. Why the hell are you late."
"S-sorry Sir..."
"Go to my office Queel."
"B-but sir-"
"GO TO MY OFFICE"
The boom of his loud deep voice startled me into a jump and I immediately started walking to his office. Once I walk in I look around the all to familiar room and sit down on the sofa up against the wall and wait patiently for my boss to walk in.
A few moments later as I slowly start drifting to sleep, the door slams open and in walks my boss. I immediately shoot up from the sudden noise ruining my peace. I watch as his muscles flex with each step he takes. He then sits down in his office chair and faces me.
"Queel. This is the third time this week that you have been late. Care to explain.?"
"S-sorry sir. I have no excuse. I slept in again because I'm so petite and clumsy..."
"Do you think I care!? You keep putting my company at risk everytime you come in late. I cant cook if im shorthanded on utensils!"
"I-im sorry sir i'll start looking for apartments closer so that I stop coming in late"
*whispers under his breath* "You're lucky I wont fire you because you're so cute"
"W-what was that sir..?"
"Nothing... If distance is the problem then... pack your bags."
"Huh..?"
He starts to get up and starts motioning to the door and I stare in confusion.
"I-im not sure I understand what you mean sir."
"Do I have to repeat myself!?!? Come to work tomorrow with all of your stuff packed. You're gonna live with me"
"W-WHAT!?!?"
"Did I stutter? Now GET BACK TO WORK! The more time you spend there lazily laying around the less you're going to get paid."
I shoot up from my seat and rush into the kitchen as fast as my little handle can go. Im gonna live with my boss...? Is he being serious? Im kinda nervous about this but I've always had some feelings for him. I mean who wouldn't? His big rat frame and his delicious stench. His soft fur and the foam that falls from his mouth due to the rabies. Its all just so... hot. I am kind of excited for whats to come tomorrow but extremely terrified.
I hop through the bustling kitchen
