𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈
It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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Last night, me and Lindsey had a little girl's night. Stupid decision on my part, but I needed a distraction, and this stupid report sitting in front of me wasn't helping.
I hold my hand against the left side of my head, my head pounding. I took tylenol, but it doesn't seem to be helping.
Where's Rhys's hangover remedy when you need it?
Sunglasses sit on my face, and I know I draw looks, but quite frankly, I don't care right now. Lindsey seems fine, though she only had a few drinks last night. She was more sober than I was, to be honest.
"Naomi." I look up at the voice, my pen clicking. "Go pick up the drinks from the cafe down the street." She sets a wad of cash down, as well as a list. "Here's the money."
"Why do I have to do it?"
"You're the new girl. Get used to it." She glares before sauntering off. Lindsey 2.0.
I grunt, taking the money and standing. It's a good excuse to leave, so I'll take it. I take the elevator down and walk down the street, to the shop I was told to go to. It doesn't take long before I'm walking into the cafe and stepping in line.
I order the drinks and buy myself a drink as well, using the money my coworker gave me. I hear my order being called and I take the drinks, smiling thinly in thanks to the worker.
I return to the office, sipping my coffee, and take the elevator up to the floor. I set the drinks on her desk. "Here's what was left." I mumble and give her the leftover money. Then go to my desk with my drink.
But when I spin around, I bump into Rhys's fianceé, spilling my drink down my shirt.
She gasps loudly. "Could you be any more clumsy?" She scowls at me. "God! Why are you even working here?"
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were—"
"Ugh. You ruined my shoes." She glares, staring down at her shoes. As if she didn't ruin my shirt.
I open my mouth to speak, but I hear Rhys speak. "What's going on here?"
"Baby!" She shrieks. "Look, she ruined my shoes!" She pouts at him, acting all innocent. Two-faced bitch.
"Naomi, are you alright?"
"Ugh, she's fine. I'm the one you should worry about. These shoes are brand new!" She glares at me.
"Then buy another pair. You have the money." He says harshly.
She scoffs at him. "Why are you being such a dick?"
I don't listen for his response, sighing and walking to my desk, gathering my stuff and the report. Screw this. I'm going home.
I'm not going to deal with Rhys, or his bitch of a fianceé.
"Naomi." I don't respond, nor do I look at him as I make my way to the elevator, adjusting my purse on my shoulder. "Naomi." I freeze. His tone is commanding.
