vii - Juicy

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Hours pass and 6:00 pm rears it's pretty little head. Or is it more appropriate to say 18:00 o'clock? I feel like I just got discharged from the military since Canton runs these shifts like a drill sergeant.

I grab my keys, purse, and motivational water bottle from my desk. It's still at the 9:00 am mark... With all of boss man's demands, I've had no time to properly hydrate myself throughout the day!

I walk over to the clocking station where Maribel is seemingly waiting for me. I can tell by the look in her mischievous little eyes, I'm in for awkward questions.

"Sooo...Miss Girl, got any plans tonight?" she asks.

Seems innocent enough.

"Yep. I'll be tangled up in bedsheets with Cleo."

"So his name is Cleo, eh?" She inquires, shoving a piece of gum into her mouth.

And so starts the awkward moment I was dreading...

"Wha..no, no! Cleo is my cat." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Well if something does happen between you and your new man, you'll give me the juicy deets, right?"

I can't even with this chick. I've never felt so uncomfortable in my life in the way that I'm feeling now. Kill me. Now. Kill me right now!

"I'm two seconds away from submitting a sexual harassment complaint!" I joke sarcastically.

"Well, it's not harassment if I say 'No homo.'" She winks at me, then clocks out.

I can't help but to chuckle at the absurdities that come out of this woman's mouth. She may irritate the living Hades out of me. But honestly, it lightens up the mood when things are tense at the job.

"See you, Mushiin!"she says, throwing up a peace sign behind her head.

"Later, Maribel." I reply with a small smile.

And with that, she's out the door.

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