The Devil's Slave

Chapter 2

"Wow, what was that?" Asked Dean from behind, which startled me from my pysco plan of how to torture Robert.

Dean Moore is my other best friend. He is a well built up man with blond hair and green eyes with a tattoo on his whole right arm, which makes all the women and girls drool. You must be wondering why i'm referring to him as only my best friend and not anything more even with his killer looks. Well, he is more like a brother figure to me.

Dean, Catty, and I are kindergarten friends and best friends. The three Musketeers like Dean love to call us.

Catty and him used to have this thing for each other, but they both were too proud to actually admit their love for each other, and things got worse with time when they started dating other people. Whenever these two meet, let's just say better not be in the same room.

I felt like I'm a string between these two and that I'm being pulled from each side. Seriously, i love them both, but i didn't want to get involved in their little war.

Nowadays, things are much better because Catty is in a quite serious relationship, and finally, Dean understands that it is too late.

But Dean still hopes that Catty might give him a chance. Who knows, probably in the future.

"You know i spent the whole night searching for jobs, and i kind of woke up late." I said in a small voice.

I just shrugged and started working. The reason why i'm not fired yet is all thanks to my friend Dean, who is the manager of this restaurant i would have been at the door a long time ago.

I know, i'm taking advantage of him but i really want to get the hell out of this job and find a better one with a decent pay to pay off my student loan and most importantly to get rid of that stupied supervisor Robert.

I was an interior designer graduate, but i couldn't find anywhere to hire me because they were all looking for experienced people. Lucky Dean proposed that waitress job, which helped me a lot with rent and the student loan. But I'm seriously fed up and wanted to work in my work field.

It was just like a normal day hectic as ever and the most annoying thing is that i got critise for everything i do. I really feel like choking Robert and crushing his bones. Whenever I'm doing something, it's always wrong. Always have to make a remark.

He made me wipe the table twice as it wasn't shiny enough, made me redo everything by cleaning and wiping again as, according to him, "it has to shine as a mirror."

I was halfway of mopping the floor, "You miss a spot!" Robert nag.

I can feel my patience deteriorating.

"Does it look like I'm done yet?" I glare him with hatred.

"No, but you should get it done before you forget it like always. Look there in the corner and a little bit near the front. " he smirked and went away.

I look at the mop as if it was Robert face and slam it on the floor, not to gently. Which gave me a lot of satisfaction. Dean raised an eyebrow at me i just shrugged.

He made me run errand from kitchen to dining. He came back after not even 15 minutes later.

"You need to work out more on your speed you too slow for service, and customers are complaining about food being cold," he scrowl.

He looked at me with an annoying look while pressing his double chin together, and he lifted his eyebrows at me as if he was watching a bag of dirt.

"Am i a supermodel?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"Because you don't seem to be able to concentrate on your tasks. Why are you still glue here and looking at me? "
"Come on, get going." he shooed me like a dog and walked away.

What the hell him a supermodel please man look yourself in the mirror dude.

"This dumbass walks only for 5 seconds, and he is already out of breath, and here he is criticizing that I'm not running enough around here."
I muttered to myself.

If you put a running watch on me, I'm sure i would have broken the record today.

"Well, that's not a very good thing to say, my dear Bella." Said a familiar voice behind me.

Like a deer caught in headlights, i turned around and instantly was relieved that it was only Dean.

"I would say he won't even last for 2 seconds," he said while grinning.

"I should bring my running shoes next time," i mocked.

"Don't let him get on you, you doing an amazing job and you always been the strongest among us." He ruffled my hair.

Dean's motivation always kind of help me get through that Robert crap.

Feeling a bit better, i went back to work, and we were quite busy as it was school holidays.

The closing time was near, and i couldn't wait to go home.

Grabbing my stuff, i reached for the door when i heard Robert calling my name.

"Well miss Wilson, since you grace us with your precious time and was fashionably late like you always say, i want you to stay back and clean the whole place."

I look at him as if he had grown two heads.

"I already clean the dining twice today and wipe all the tables," i smirk.

"Well, you did not clean this? did you?"

What was he talking about , i look at him as if he gone crazy.

"What are you saying?" i look at him disbelief.

Then i understood what he meant, i saw him grabbing a pot of some greasy stuff and dumping it on the floor, and some was on the dining table.

I look at him shocked.

"Quite your drama and get going, oh, i almost forgot i sent Cindy home early today make sure you finish everything, then you can go home." He looks at the mess and nods in approval with a smirk and walking out.

I stand there with pure rage. i wanted to kill him.

Well, if you are wondering who is Cindy she is the kitchen hand.

Walking in the kitchen, i saw all the dish plates from big to small pots and all the type of dinner set you can imagine.

Well, here goes my night.

After nearly 4 hours later, i was done from scrabbing the floor, which was so greasy because of the soup and millions of dishes i was done.

I was exhausted and drove off in my white VW Beetle.

Reaching home, i throw myself on the couch and scream in the cushion. Catty stared at me and gave me a questionable look as if i've grown two heads. She sat by me and gave me a glass of red wine.
Together we ate dinner, she made the best lasagna. After that, i went to bed and passed out.

Well, i really hope that tomorrow is going to be a better day🤞🤞.