Matilda - [h.s.]

Chapter 1

"You're late." The snob said.

Charlotte Bradford. She was my boss and I was her assistant, except she kind of just treated me like her personal servant.

"Sam, get me my coffee!"
"Sam, fetch me the new Louis bag while you're out today!"
"Sam, why is my credit card maxed out?"

She refused to call me by my actual name, Samantha.

"Sam is just so cute and makes you seem like my little pet!"

Honestly, I didn't even mind the nickname. I just didn't like it coming out of her mouth

"Sorry Charlotte, lots of traffic this morning." I lied through my teeth.

"I don't care, Sam. You should've planned for that because you are this close to losing your fucking job." She said angrily, holding up her two fingers and practically pressing them together to symbolize how close I was to getting fired.

"Now get me a coffee."

I put my lips into a tight fake smile. "Of course Charlotte." I say.

I tuck my long brown hair behind my ear aggressively. Pressing the start button on the coffee machine a little harder than I should've. I had put up with this for a year and I was about done. And believe me, this was a good day. She wasn't yelling or saying cruel things. Yet. But I was still on the brink of blowing up at her.

Once the coffee was done brewing I brought it to her, making sure I was quick enough that it didn't cool off too much. I bring the warm liquid to her office, setting it down on her desk in front of her. She quickly brought it to her lips and took a sip, almost immediately she started gagging

"Charlotte! Are you alright?!" I question, a panic in my voice.

She spits the coffee into the small side trash can by her desk. She coughs a few times before returning her eyes to mine, filled with agitation. She throws the coffee cup at me, causing the hot drink to spill all over my white blouse. I gasp as the warmness seeps into my shirt and warms my skin. My heart was now racing. I stood there with my jaw on the floor, looking down at the gigantic stain on my perfectly pearly white shirt .

"What the hell, Charlotte?!"

She looks at me with anger. "That coffee was shit, Sam."

"Well did you have your throw it at me?!" I question, angrily.

"Maybe that's the only way to get it through your slow-witted brain." Charlotte says, fiercely.

She had an evil look on her face. She looked like I had killed her dog or murdered her entire family and now she was seeking revenge. I had only made her a coffee.

"Charlotte, it's only coffee." I say, speaking my thoughts into words. I was a little calmer.

"Go make me another." She spoke in a monotone voice.

I felt my heart quicken and breath change speed. I wanted an apology. I expected her to show some proper sympathy. Before I knew what I was saying I spit out, "No."

"What did you just say? Sam, I'm warning you."

"Charlotte." I pause.

"I quit."

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I was going to be homeless. I quit my job. As I drove home those were the thoughts scurrying through my brain. I was angry with Charlotte but also myself. I lost my temper and quit the job I worked so hard to get. It would be even harder to get a new one. I was a strong person before I started in this field of work. I could stand up for myself, put myself first at times. I never wanted to be in this line of work anyway. Being someone's personal assistant for hours on end, waking up at 3 in the morning because your boss decided to get wasted or sniff lines of coke and now you had to go pick them up. I never wanted that, and yet here I am. My first mentor, my only mentor, worked me endlessly. He would always say.