And He Still Didn't Fire Me

Race me

Waking up to my Mom shouting," Last call Candy and I'm gonna put water on your Play Station!" isn't comforting.

That wakes me up. Putting water on me doesn't affect me, I'll sleep again.

After telling her that I am actually awake, I went straight to take a shower. Warm water can do wonders...

Today is Friday, which means I will get a weekend to relax.

Finally.

Though it's been 2 says only... How am I gonna survive 5 days?

Wearing black jeans, I wore my Mickey Mouse shirt with a varsity jacket over it. It's cold out today. Or maybe my boss would be in the mood of dropping me in nowhere? You never know.
I slipped on my high cut shoes, grabbed my phone and keys and skipped out into the kitchen.

Dad was reading something on his phone, and Mom waiting for the Chef to bring breakfast while chattering to dad, to which he replied by nodding.
Breakfast came and I quickly finished my Froot Loops.

They're heaven.

After putting my bowl back, I asked our chef Betty who's 60 year old and the sweetest lady I've ever met, "Uh did you just happen to get the... step counter?"

Dad snorted, earning a glare from me.
I got up saying goodbye to everyone, and walked out.

Sitting in my car, I turned on the ignition and reversed it out of the long driveway. Getting on the track, I played 'Beautiful' by Eminem and drove calmly.
The weather was rainy. My car came to a stop due to the traffic. I looked around the windscreen staring at the racing raindrops and supporting the winning one,while swaying.
I turned my head to the left to see Lucas, smirking at me.

Looks like someone saw me swaying to the beat...

I just gave him a glare and continued staring ahead. My phone buzzed before I checked it to see his message,

Raindrops race? I like it. I was in the mood to race for real. ;) x

I simply raised my eyebrow at him as I replied,

It's raining, asshole.

Just a moment later I received,

It's not raining, It's actually drizzling. Fine chicken, don't race. x


I just stared at it for a moment. He called me a chicken. Me a chicken.
Candy Lockwood is no chicken.

With that enthusiasm, I messaged him,

I'm on it, asshole. Get ready.

He replied me again saying 'This is survival of the fittest'.

Guess I'm not the only Eminem and Bruno Mar's fan here.
As the light turned green. I pressed the accelerator.


Survival of the fittest then it is.

I'm really scared of brain fade right now. I drove at a safe speed because their is something like cops ya know, Lucas?

As I drove, I turned my GPS on to find the shortest path to the Banks building. Smirking at myself, I changed my path as Lucas' car drove straight away. The spine tingling sensation is rising time by time. I turned my car to the left making it drift.

Oops. It left Tyre prints on the road. Great.

I continued driving, surprisingly the roads after that one traffic signal were clear. I continued driving with full concentration.Now I'm gonna panic. And that is scaring me itself.
I took a right turn where I saw an old lady looking at me and shouting something like, 'Stupid teens!'
And 'm not even a teen. I'm a twenty year old who's racing her boss.

Interesting...

I reached a final traffic signal and after that, I just needed to take a left turn to reach the building.
I tapped my fingers over the steering wheel not taking my eyes of the lights. Finally, the lights turned green. I quickly sped away and took the awaiting left turn.

I checked the side mirror, spotting Lucas right behind me.
I started to relax when I saw the building. Pressing the brakes, I slammed the door of my car and locked it. Leaning against the door, I smirked at my boss.

"Oh, Good morning Sweetheart!" He waved at me. I simply raised my eyebrows at him, which quickly furrowed when he made a witty remark about my car.

"A GMC sierra with blistering tyres, wonderful." He said nodding.
I gasped when I heard 'blistering tyres'. I turned back to check them and actually apologized to them.

Like men, my car is my babe. No joke.

Lucas just chuckled looking at my reaction. I turned back to him saying, "At least I'm not the chicken, I won, asshole." I muttered.

"What do I win?" I asked him. He opened his arms, saying 'a hug' with a cheesy smile on his handsome features. I just rolled my eyes at him, patted my car and started walking towards the building. I took the elevator but as the door began to close, Lucas hopped in.

"Oh hey personal assistant! Didn't see you there!" He chirped. I just groaned and rolled my eyes again.

"And to say she won the race..." he muttered.



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I was sitting in my cabin, simply watching funny pictures and blowing air out of my nose occasionally on an app, when Barbie 1 decided to barge in. She quietly sat on my desk, which only had some blank and doodled pages, and crossed her legs.

"Hello Candy!" She chirped. I just groaned at the cheeriness of morning people and replied back. She leaned towards me and raised her perfect eyebrow, while saying," I'm not here to see your unpolished face, nor your unconditioned hair, or your man like dressing... Forget it." She grabbed my arm with her claws- I mean perfectly manicured hands, and said, "Lucas won't take interest in you, better stop flirting with him, he's mine. Plus, we all know the pretty one has the upper hand, always. Because of you we got our jobs replaced!" She gasped to add a dramatic effect.

This chick is insane.

"I'm gonna get my job back, and don't you develop a liking for him." She said bitchily.
I simply snorted. Develop a liking for that asshole? I better jump off a cliff. With all that speech, she flipped her hair, fixed her dress, reapplied her gloss and walked out. I simply replied with, "Come again?"

Am I in high school again?

After a little while, the peon came to me saying, "Sir Lucas is calling you." I snorted. 'Sir'

Walking to his office, I took a seat on his couch as he talked to someone on phone. I looked around the room to catch something interesting.

"Hello, Candy. I'm here." He pointed at me with a bored look.

"I know, that's why I was looking for something interesting here." I said mocking his tone.

"Oh I can show you something interesting..." He winked at me.

I stood up and walked to his desk and leaned on it. "Why did you call me here again?"

"For my morning coffee."

"What?"

"My personal assistant's duty is to bring me coffee, every morning, from my favourite coffee shop which is across the street, Sweetheart." He gave me an innocent look with it.

"Couldn't you tell me that before the race? I'm tired!" I barked at him.

"No office talk outside the building, now chop chop!" He said while clapping.

As I walked out, I heard him saying, "Assist me Sweetheart!"

Asshole.


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After receiving the coffee order, I walked out and stood in front of the building while emptying the three sachets of black pepper in the cup and smirking.

"Enjoy your coffee, darling."