Melted Hatred

back!!!

"Mum am home"

"Oh hey sweetie how was work ?"

"It was fyn , maybe " I added with a scoff

"And what do you mean by maybe young lady?" She asked with a Stern look on her face

" i got fired from work today"i replied with a shrug

"You got fired today? How? "

" well it so happened that Mr grefuse would rather run a strip club than a company"i stated really stressed and tired i really needed some rest and my mom was not going to let me be until she heard the last of it and i wasn't going to give her what she wanted

What exactly does running a strip club have to do with you been fired?

Mom can i talk to you when you get back from work?"i asked in the most polite approach i could come up with

"Fine ,fine i am late for work anyways "

" You bet you are
Now  run along "i said smiling at how bad i was bad at my sarcasm

The only thing Audrey wanted was to gain peace

She wanted to sit at a place, close her eyes and shoot a smile that could warm people's heart not going about grunting at every soul she came in contact with

She wanted peace.
The toughest challenge Audrey had to face was not losing her temper
She hated what her life has become of
She was once a loving and caring person
Everyone loved her.....
she had a live full of people who pretended to like her at least she thought.

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"You have three months to write a nice selling story if you want this job "Mrs Chris"

"Audrey" i corrected

"You have to write a story of 100pages each with a thousand words in it.can you do it?Mrs Chris?"

All I could think about at this point was how silly she looked wearing a really tight Skimpy dress with a ridiculous looking green heeled sandals and an awful shade of red lipstick. We were so not going to get along

"Sure Mrs?" I asked with the most fake smile i could muster

"Its pretty Anna to you" she said with a stupid scrowl on

Yeah sure whatever keeps you going Anna"i said with a wide smirk on

Anna? When can i see the CEO?"

"When he sees you worthy enough" she said and with that she left

I'm going to hate this place.

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Mrs Chris?.

Yes .. I looked up from the stark of plane shits carrying either imaginary zombies or just regular nonsense in them to meet de dazzling hazel eyes of Anna
I swear if those eyes belonged to someone worthy... they would have being the most beautiful eyes I had seen in a while but unfortunately they are  not..

'Chris? Mrs Chris!!'

"Jesus what do u want anna? " I asked still startled from de way she screamed my name.

'U know i can get u fired right?'

'Oh.. no .. am so scared don't do it Anna.. .' I said with a fake smile on my face that went so well with my sacarsm

' i dont know i bother wasting my time with you'

" same here"

" whatever . Prepare a short story the boss needs it for an article by tommorow "with that she stood up from her seat

" and..You better make it perfect weirdo" and with one last look she swayed her sorry ass out of my office

Don't get me wrong.
Anna or should I say  pretty Anna,Is beautiful I mean her hazel eyes, d cup breast that are very much ALWAYS outside  for our viewing pleasure and off course her blonde hair which gives her away are really captivating.
I just don't  get why she tries so much , too much actually to gain attention .I mean I don't even see what or who she is trying so hard to please .

With one last sign I took out my phone and dialed stacy's its being long we had along girls gossip. Stacy being Stacy picked up after the 4th ring

"Hello.... !"

" how are you stacy?"

" first of all I don't get why you suddenly act all formal and shit and i'm fine thank you" she said With a really funny impression of jennifer Lopez from gloats

"It's not suddenly Stacy. I've being formal for the best years after college and you know it so stop being you and tell me all about your weekend "

The conversation went on and on for a while then we hung up. Checked the time and it was way over my working hours
" funny how time flies" I chuckled to myself as I remember a song from empire. That was quite an interesting series

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