Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 - 𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚝

"You're fired." Miss Maggie sighed, "I'm sorry, but the owner says that you're a risk, and we can't have that anymore."

I dropped the dish back into the sink, wiping the bubbles away on my apron, "What?"

"Your criminal record. The owner said we can have it anymore. Plus it's starting to get out to the public, and it's damaging the restaurant. I'm sorry."

"Can I at least get my last pay check?" I asked, more with a demanding tone rather than a questioning one.

She looked sad as she rested against the food racks, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). But you didn't work enough hours this month, so I can't give you your check."

I slammed my hands onto the metal sink, flinging off my apron and throwing it back at her. I wasn't angry at her. Or maybe I was.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry, but it wasn't my choice-"

"You didn't defend me?" I argued, "Every time you needed some to fill a shift, I was there! I was always there, picking up for other people! And I'm the one getting fired?!"

She stayed silent and turned away from me, folding up my apron and placing it back onto the counter. I rolled my eyes and stormed out, slamming the kitchen door behind me as I left for the staff parking lot. I climbed into the driver's seat and stared into the steering wheel. Now there's no way I'm going to be able to afford that apartment now.

Screw Maggie, and screw the owner.

I placed my purse onto the polished Oakwood table, rubbing my eyes as I flopped onto the grey couch. This apartment was much better than the last. And probably vastly expensive too. I'd have to move out. I sighed and pulled up my phone, pulling up a new tab as I searched for job offerings. Preferably ones that would let me have a criminal record. But of course, there would be nothing. Unless I took the offer that Damien gave me. But I knew nothing about the company, not even the name or what they did. So how was I going to find them?

And then I got a email.

"Heard you got fired, so here's a application for my company :)"

It was from Damien. Word travels fast in this tiny town, I guess. I wonder how he got my email. I shook my head and scrolled through the application. I needed to leave something about the company before I could just apply. But there was nothing about the company on there. Nothing, which was strange. But I ignored it and attached my resume, sending it, and then closing my phone. It wasn't till a couple seconds later to where I got another email. I've got a job. I laughed and rested back onto the couch, that was easy. A little too easy. But at least I was getting some income, and maybe I could afford this apartment, and some groceries. I stood from the couch and waltzed towards the bedroom, ripping open my closet door. Good thing there was some dress shirts in there. And a short, black skirt. A little too short. I then got onto my knees and opened the dressers that laid on the floor, pulling out the black tights. I know that I had some flats from my old job, so I was pretty much set.

I didn't even know the location. I might have to visit Damien and ask him myself.

But I didn't feel like leaving, if anything, I needed to sleep. I was exhausted.

My teeth were brushed, my hair was curled, and my clothes were on. I wasn't used to all this fancy stuff. I was used to tennis shoes and a messy t-shirt. But this was something new, and hopefully good. I finished up the last of my makeup, it wasn't anything fancy, but I looked clean and ready. But I couldn't find my flats, my black flats. I puffed some air from my lips, dropping onto the floor to look underneath my bed. But it wasn't there, at all. What was I going to wear? I didn't have any type of fancy shoes, I worked at a freaking diner! Maybe I needed to quit, or make up some excuse on why I can't come in yet. That wouldn't be a good, they'd drop me in a second. Maybe I could swing by a store, just pick something up.

And then I noticed. A pair of black heels, resting against the front door. They weren't mine. I laughed, more trying to shake the thought of someone breaking into my apartment than to crack a joke. I scooped them up, resting onto the couch so them I could slip them on.

They fit perfectly.

And they weren't any cheap heels, oh no sir. This were the most beautiful heels that I have ever seen. They were sleek, and slimming, with small laced in roses as the toes. They were cute, but not mine. It was strange, but I wasn't going to think about it too much, they were free shoes after all.

I slammed my purse into the passenger seat and rested my hands onto the steering wheel. My heart was thumping through my chest. What was I doing in my life? What the hell am I doing? I dug my nails into the tough leather, sighing. I pulled my phone out of my purse, pulling up Safari.

The company was surprisingly only 10 minutes away. So I wasn't going to be spending too much on gas, which was pretty good. Everything was perfectly falling into place. It was strange. Especially for me, and my luck. I turned the car on, switching it into reverse and backing out of the parking spot, flipping it back into drive, and pulling forward.

I stared up at the skyscraper. There had must've been 57 stories. It seemed to reach the clouds. On the side of the building was a sign. "Damien and CO." I giggled to myself. I didn't think I'd be working in a business environment. At least not like this one.

I looked over myself, picking the lint and stray hairs off of my skirt and blouse. I was nervous, extremely. I wasn't the type to apply to such jobs. But I was desperate.

I pushed open the fairly large glass doors and made my way inside.