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This is so not how I wanted to spend my Friday night. When I offered to run this book event for Celine while she was out of town, I thought it was gonna be a chill night, where I got to hear one of my favorite authors talk about her most recent book. Instead I'm here cleaning up broken furniture and smashed cupcakes off the wall because some crazy fans were trying to fight each other for the last signed limited edition copy of the book. I literally had to jump in between the two pale ass white girls, and then stop myself from swinging when one of them tried to pull my hair. Like it's way too expensive for someone to be pulling, without my permission of course.
Honestly, I just want to get out of here and go home, shower, then relax with some music and a spicy book. I scoop the rest of the cupcakes off the wall, throw them into some garbage bags and then go to the back to put away the cleaning supplies.
On my way to the closet, my phone buzzes. I take it out of my pocket and see a text from my mom saying " I'm worried about you still being single." Followed up with a text about her co-worker's single son. I roll my eyes. Why doesn't she understand that I don't need a man to be happy. Though her biggest worry is probably that she's never going to get grandkids. I tuck my phone away and start putting the cleaning supplies into the closet.
Out of nowhere I hear a loud sound. It sounds like footsteps but no one should be in here cause I locked the doors. I locked the doors right? Great, I'm gonna die cause I forgot to lock the stupid doors. Wait, I'm not scared of some random hoodlum. They should be scared of me.
I put the supply bucket down and grab the broom off the wall, and creep around the store ready to swing. If I'm going to get killed I'm not going down without a fight. I slowly walked through each aisle hoping that what I heard was just a figment of my imagination. I checked each corner until I had been around nearly every part of the main floor and nothing. I guess I'm just hearing things. Which means I should probably finish up so I can get out of here and head home. I walk back to close the supply closet. And head to the break room. I push through the door and come face to face with a man. I then do the only logical thing someone in my situation would do: I hit him on the head multiple times with a broom.
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