After Hours

Chapter 1-fired

This is my first time writing so don't mind the errors.
ENJOY:)

I sat in front of my boss's empty desk. I lightly tap my fingers on the handle of the chair and tapped my foot to the classic orchestral music being played. I lightly close my eyes. I found myself yarning at the tired boring music being played. Its definitely not a Beethoven sonata.

Sleep started to burn my eyes as I waited for my boss. Why did he even summoned me?

Ha! Summoned. I just sound like a demon who's summoned to earth. Ha.

Anyways, why did he even 'summoned' me. I'm just the filing clerk. The lowest paid person in this firm. Who works long hours in a dusty filing room with old papers and dust everywhere.

Hello!! Its the modern world. Technology came to existence. People don't save files in file jackets anymore. Do these people ever heard about floppy disks and flash drives? Absolutely not! I literally have to use a ladder to reach a certain file. A freaking ladder!! Well I'm not gonna be ungrateful. I kinda like my job. Its enough to cover my basic needs and my dad's medicine. But my salary is so meager, I can't even save out of it. I'm not really complaining though.

I closed my eyes once more, slowly drifting-

"Sorry I kept you waiting Ms Vikander."

I startled up out of the chair rubbing my eyes and straightened my loose fit skirt.
"No, Mr. Moore. Its no trouble at all. I was enjoying your music." I lied with a truthful smile plastered on my face.

"Ah, take a seat." He smile a perverted smile, show casing his awfully shreck stained teeth.

I'm not gonna even describe the state of his teeth cuz I'm pretty sure y'all seen Sreck's.
I quietly sat down on the chair.

Mr. Moore's probably in his forties. He's about five ft six like me or a little taller. He's kinda fat and sloppy and have the resemblance of Penguin in Batman. He wore cheep tailored jacket suit.
I can see why this smuck pays so cheap.
And he also have a thing for cigars which is the main reason why his teeth are stained and yellow. And there was ALWAYS white saliva at the corner of his mouth. Eeeeewe!!
Sorry for the woman who kisses him.

I sat on my chair playing with my fingers.

Mr. Moore took up some papers off his desk. He lightly scanned the paper as he leaned back in his chair.

"Ms Vikander, you've been working here for quite some time now. About three years or so."

"Four." I corrected. "Four years sir."

"Yes," he said shaking his head. "My apologies. Four years."

"And how do you like your job so far Ms. Vikander?" He asked leaning forward on his desk.

Wow! After four years this woopie choose to ask me that?

"Its uum... Great. Everything is totally fine sir." I lied.

"And your pay, how is that working out for you.?"