The shoe girl (an Eminem fan fiction)

The new boss

YOU GUYS BETTER READ THIS!

I went through HELL to write this freaking chapter! Listen up munchkins, I shall now tell you the very short but very painful story I went through today.

This morning I was using my computer and out of nowhere, my charger stopped working. So like the lazy person I am I thought 'Ah whatever! I'll just write on my IPad' but then I realized the IPad is a pain in the ass to write with. 

I then walked around Paris a little (I do live in Africa but we are in Paris to get the stupid Visas), ate some Mc Donald's, the happy life.

Then I was happily almost asleep (jet lag) when guilt hit me. I thought about all of you who commented and liked the previous chapters. After a little argument between the little devil on my shoulder and the little angel, I looked up and Apple Store in Paris.

There's only one story in Paris. 

So my map said it would only take 13 minutes to get there. I got up, changed and went out.

It took me an hour.

For an hour, I walked under the rain and the freezing cold of the beautiful city of Paris (note the sarcasm). I walked through really stinky streets because I got a bit lost.

I was standing where my map said the Apple store was but it wasn't there. 

It was underground.

I go underground, get the damn charger, go to the restroom (had to pay the equivalent of 3 dollars to pee. France is my country, but I am sometimes not proud of it).

And since my feet and legs were hurting like hell, I decided to take the metro.

A pain in the ass too.

I had to take 3 different lanes because the principal one was under "construction". YOU DO NOT BLOCK THE MAIN LANE! 

But, after tripping on the way to the Hotel, here I am.

My charger works and here is the chapter.

If I ever die, I'm blaming it on you guys.

Maddison's POV

"What can I get you?" I ask not looking up at first.

"A frappuccino, no cream" a low voice asks.

I roll my eyes and look up to see my new boss, coffee-free.

"Nice suit" I comment acting innocent.

"I hope I don't get coffee on it" he answers.

"Don't jinx it" I advice making his coffee.

"I'll try my best" he answers smirking.

I hand him his coffee and put my arms on the counter.

"So am I getting fired?" I ask my poker face on.

Even though I look unaffected on the outside I'm shitting my pants on the inside.

He shakes his head and chuckles "I was pretty mad at first but then I checked with Paulina and she told me that you have been working for her more than 4 years so it's understandable you would want to defend her. Now I'm letting you stay but no more throwing coffee at people"

I nod "I'll try my best"

Something about him is weird. I look him up and down and this guy stinks money. The watch, the suit, everything. Why would he buy this small shop?