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Boss from Hell

Chapter 3: Boss from Hell

"Cara where did you put the cheerios?" Cara glanced at me but kept playing on her stupid little phone. "Hey I'm talking to you!"

"Your hair isn't blue anymore." She stated. Thank god for hair dye. I may not totally hate my new and freaky blue hair but there was no way in hell that was showing up for an interview with it! If I'd learned anything from the hundreds of interviews I've sat through it's that no one wants an employee with weird hair or a super visible tattoo. Before today I'd never had that problem, but life always has a sick way of kicking you when you're down.

"Thank you Einstein, now where are those stupid cheerios?" She glared at me than turned back to the TV ignoring me completely. "Cara!"

"In the cabinet, where it's supposed to be." I ran into my kitchen. I opened the first two and nothing but three was the charm. I set my bowl on the table and started making breakfast. "What's up with you?"

"I'm going to work."

"You got fired."

"Yeah but now I've got another job and I need to go," I looked at the time on my phone. Shit. "Like right now."

"When do you start?"

"9:00, in Redtown."

"So what's the problem? That's super close."

"Well I it's my first day and I don't know where the place is." She opened her mouth. "Shut up, I did try to map quest it but my internet is too slow and the stupid GPS on my phone refuses to work." I grabbed my phone to walk out but stopped. I turned to Cara. "Ground Rules. Don't go in my room, stay off my computer, don't invite anyone over, and don't touch the oven or anything that could explode including the microwave. Got it?"

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes at her and locked the door behind me. I took a deep breath remembering my apartment how I left it: In one piece and half way clean. I doubted it would ever be the same again after Cara finished wrecking the place just to spite me. But I didn't have time to worry about it. I may not have a lot of confidence in keeping a job but up till this point I'd never been fired on the first day and that's how I liked to keep things. At least I had some standards. I took the stairs down two at time, running out the front door of my building. I jumped into my jeep and pulled out into traffic.

It didn't take long to get to Redtown. Originally the area was called Roseshire but after all the killings and blood shed the papers of the time took to calling the area Redtown and it stuck. According to history, Redtown in the early 1900s was home to one of America's first home grown serial killers. Kind of like Jack the Ripper but less mainstream. Unlike dear old Jack of London our killer didn't go after prostitutes but Religious figures, anyone from priests to nuns to just your average church goer. Earning him the nickname Christ Hunter and The Crucifier. But somehow the area moved past it's dark history becoming hosts to hundreds of little boutique shops that tourists eagerly sought out during their vacations.

The traffic was low this early in the morning and most of the shops were just starting to open their doors. I drove down the street slowly reading off the addresses and two blocks down I found Dorson's Books. It was a small little shop, made of brick, with two bright and shiny clean windows in the front advertising new books and upcoming Christmas sales. I walked up to the door and twisted the handle, the door swung open easily inviting me into the shop. All of the lights were on but no one was home.

"Hello?" I called and I heard something slam. "Sorry, my name is Rebecca...I guess I'm starting work here today." Footsteps echoed down the long hall before she appeared. Honestly she was probably the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, hell she should have been a model not running some tiny little book shop. She was taller than me, towering over my 5'7 frame and I'd say she was in her early forties. Her blue eyes looked me over in interest.