Belle
"You are fired!" My boss hiss at me, walking away, making her high heels make annoying sounds.
I started chasing her down the hallway, "Wait, ms, please," I beg holding up a stack of written papers.
She turn around and she raise an eyebrow, "I believe I made my words clearer. Would you like me to repeat them again?" she boldly spoke.
I handed her the papers I had type in from earlier, "Please give me another chance..I only finish this part of the article." I handed her the stack of papers and she briefly took a look at them.
Skittishly, I started tapping my feet feeling a bit nervous. I want this job. I need to have this job. This is the only job that will probably save my ass from being homeless..which I'm already am.
Its too early to back down now. I have had enough from getting paid by men(s) from having sex with them. Sometimes I regret leaving my uncle's house after hearing the news about my now dead mother. I couldn't bare to live their no more.
All my brothers and sisters went out to enjoy their life(s) and are busy taking care of THEIR own family. But I'm here shitting up my life and doing desperate things to make men happy. Certainly I'm the youngest out of my all seven of my brothers and sister. Mother expect more from me and she wanted me to become rich and famous like I've always wanted to be.
Working as a business woman is a lot of work for me. All day I'm in the office getting things done like that. People my age are now in college. Starting their small successful career. Even though I started college late, things still gets frustrating for me. I only had this job yesterday and I'm already getting fired.
When she was done taking a look at those papers, she gave it to me back firmly. Her brown eyes ready to give a piece of her mind, her lip ready to move.
Taking off her sun glasses off her eyes, she cleared her throat, "Looks like you manage to follow things orderly Ms. Belle. Perhaps I might have look at things wrong."
A smile started appearing on my mouth.
But then she put her hand palm in front of my face, "You're lucky I'm giving you a second chance. Normally I don't give any of my employees second chances. But you seem like a hard luck person and you look like you need this job."
I started to nod my head, "More than ever. Thank you." I pleaded.
"Don't fuck up though..Belle. You can start coming back in tomorrow at eight in the dot in the morning. We'll start fresh. Don't be late." she put back her sun glasses and took a deep breath.
I started cheering and gave her a quick hug, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you a million times!" I told her.
She warmly smile at me, "Strive for high expectation Belle. I know you are going to reach a more high salary with us."
"I will and I am. If I try." I said.
She cock her head to the side then walk down the hallway, away from me, going into one of those tall brown doors.
People were staring at me the minute I turn around. I hate when I get stare at in public. It makes me think that they're gossiping about me.
I started to make my way out of the tall work building that was located in the busy side of Manhattan in New York. Outside was so crowded that I didn't even know where to go to reach to the shelter.
It was not a good day today. The sky and clouds were grey making the early half of moon appear. It seem like the rain was going to fall. I started putting on my sweater hoodie and stuff my hands into my pants pockets.
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Beauty & The Millionaire
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