MS. Scrooge (Girlxintersex) A short Christmas Romance

Chapter 3

Season 1 Episode 3

Aya POV

My boss's car arrived at my condo, as did my sister, who sent an Uber without my knowledge to drop me off at the train station to Michigan.

"I told you I'd cover it!" I screamed at my sister on the phone. I dashed inside my room, dragging my luggage and handbag with me.

"No, you did not. You didn't even ask."

"I did."

"There was no answer."

"And you were simply going to take it." She let out a sigh. I sighed as I hastily put on my boots. I then turned off all the electricity and double-checked that everything was locked and safe.

"My boss is only a few minutes away."

"And so is Uber."

"If my boss comes before I leave, my fucking ass is cook." I grumbled as I juggled the phone, suitcase, and bag. The elevator door was already open, so I raced in. Going downhill.

"Wonderful, the Uber is here." Seeing the automobile parked outside, I remarked. When he spotted me, he hurried to my aid. Ironically, as the automobile drove away, I noticed my boss's car creeping at the entrance.

"I'll phone you when I get to the train station."

"No way." Abiba frowned. "I don't trust you. "I'd want to know whether you're on that train."

"Come on, my boss will call me any second and we need to discuss." I pleaded.

She let out a sigh. "All well, but if you don't show up by tomorrow afternoon, we'll disown you."

"Hmm?"

"Do you hear me!"

"Can't hear you!" I yelled, dropping a phony signal with my voice. I sighed when I finally hung up the phone. It rang again right as I opened my mouth to breathe deeply. I responded without checking at the ID since I already knew who it was.

"Yes, Darius."

"I'm at your condo; where are you?"

"In an Uber."

"An Uber? To go to work. You don't need an Uber to get to work." She scowled, irritated. "Please stop by our coffee shop." She insisted.

"I'm not going to work today." I murmured.

"What!"

I was hoping she had heard.

"Why aren't you—"

"Because I need my vacation. It's Christmas, Darius, and I haven't seen my family in years."

"Many folks haven't seen their families in fucking years; what does that have to do with me and my company?"

"Well, I care if I didn't get to see them." I miss my parents more than I miss my siblings. After years of letting this way of life go to my head, it was time to take a few days off.

"Aya, stop by the coffee shop." Ironically, I drove by the coffee shop, which was packed as usual.

"No."

"No?" She asked, not believing that I was declining her request. I've never, ever told Darius Horus no.

Part of me loves working for her and being around her, so I follow her instructions without hesitation. It was just that my family had to come first this year.

"Just tell that jerk of an Uber boy to stop the fucking car. If you want a day or two off, I can take you to my cabin."

"No, Darius." I moaned. "I'd like to spend more time with my family."

"You require funds, Aya. Not family."

I let out a sigh.

"Darius, I quit!" In frustration, I shouted.

"You can't quit. Aya, there is no such thing as "you quit." I'll either fire you or I run you through a paper machine." She gave a growled.

"Get out of that car, or instruct him to drive to the office." Her voice warned, and I didn't want to know what would happen if I didn't let her have her way. But I could clearly see my sister persuading my parents to disown me, and I couldn't allow that to happen.

"No."

"You—" I hung up the phone, switched it off, and sighed deeply.

The Uber driver returns my stare, a grin on his lips. "Rough holiday, huh?"

"Just keep your eyes on the fucking road, you imbecile," I growled.

"Cunt." He turned around, growling. I opted to ignore it. As I relax back on the plush seat and close my eyes.

I was running what Darius and I were debating over when it freaking clicked. I realized I had just quit my job.

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Cloudy-eyed, I rummaged in my handbag. My eyes attempted to ignore the Uber boy's outstretched palm seeking tips. He more than deserved it after the way I shouted after him. But, with his disapproving gaze fixed on me, I felt compelled to give the youngster some pocket money.

When I eventually got my grip on some cash and handed him a twenty-dollar bill, he pushed it up in the air, as if to see whether it was genuine. I sneered and rolled my eyes.

"You little shithead." I hissed, turning around and carrying my suitcase to the train station. I had my fingers crossed the entire time, hoping that first, Darius didn't take my 'I quit' too literally, and second, that I could get a fucking ticket out of here. Even though my parents were excited to see me, I doubt they would be happy to learn that I was returning to the city for the new year with no employment. If anything, I think they would be furious.

I came to a halt in front of the main desk. My nose screwed up in disgust at the woman, who was slapping her mouth with a pink chewing gum.

She, too, had on Santa's hat, but her smile was not as joyful as the barista's.

"Can I get a ticket to Michigan? Express service, please." I started digging through my jumbled bag again, attempting to find all the cash I could find.

"That's $250."

"Wait a minute!" I shouted, the customers in line gazing at me as if I were insane, which I was. I just quitted my high-paying career to avoid my tyrannical family members, who would scold me for leaving my job—how fucking ironic. I forced a grin and felt relieved that I had found that amount of money in my handbag.

The city didn't actually require cash, so carrying it with me was a waste of time.

"Sit over there; the train will arrive in an hour."

"One more hour!"

"Yes." She dragged as she handed me my ticket. I snatched it from her grasp. "Slut!" She snarled. What was it with everyone bullying me? I dragged my feet over to the little establishment, where a giant sign reading 'Coffee' drew my attention. Because I was a coffee addict, I will most certainly buy coffee anywhere I saw it.

"How much do you charge for a big cup of coffee and a half dozen Christmas donuts?" I inquired of the gentleman. His heavy eyes were fixed on me. "Fifty bucks." He spoke with a heavy Italian accent. I sneered, rifling through my purse once again.

I was once again astounded to see that I was bringing up money; it was as if my bag had a buried trove of money. After giving it to him, I collected my snack. I dragged myself to the seating area.