"Toast to me getting the job after all. Even wth my smart ass mouth. One with good ass benefit's, good ass pay, but a horrible ass boss, whew," Stevie laughed clacking her shot glass against her friend's and her sisters shot glasses. "Salute!" Stevie downed her last shot for the night before grabbing up the wedge of lime to bite into it.
"Alright yall let me get out of here duty fuckin' calls, I'm about to go show mr.mean ass ina suit the boss bitch I am, period," Removing herself from the barstool, Stevie shared a quick hug with all three of her friends and lastly her sister.
"Ari? Cassidy, please," She gave him a look, which he quickly caught on. "Also another round on me," Stevie dug some cash from her purse slapping it down on the bartop.
"Of course, Stevie, you know she can crash with me, I need the company anyways. Myles is outta town with my wonderful monster in law, yuck, so she's good," Ari voiced as he continued eating his wings.
"Thank you," Stevie squeezed his shoulder.
"Aw do you have to go?" Cassidy whined giving her big sister puppy dog eyes. Hoping to persuade her into staying and continuing with thee celebratory event of hers.
Stevie grabbed her sisters face momentarily, laying a quick kiss on her forehead. "Yes beloved I have money to make. Somebody thinks I'm her damn sugar mama, but congratulations again on the gallery exhibit, I knew you could do it, now be good, I'm outta here,"
"Love you!" Cassidy hollered as Stevie headed through the room towards the exit.
"Love you more!" Stevie yelled pushing through the door to walk out of the bar.
Once outside of the establishment, she grabbed a cab and made her way across town to possibly face thee arrogant, egotistical bastard of a boss yet again. This time, she planned on controlling her mouth, especially because she didn't want to lose the job again, even though she'd dealt with his kind many different times throughout her life. She didn't know how well she was going to handle working right beside someone like him.
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Temporary Affair (slow updates)
General FictionFormerly titled "dear you" ______ 32, Tremaine Maverick needed help around his office. Especially after his long time assistant Valerie went on maternity leave weeks ago. Fed up with firing thee sixth replacement sent to him that week, he was runni...