My First Job

My First Job

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My name is Jennifer and I finally got a job at 18 years old. I walk into the door of the first job I've ever gotten with my 5 word resume. It's a fast food place where we are caged in a small space and only have drive thur and outside dining. The first thing i saw as i walked in was confused looks. I said it's my first day working here. The manager slowly got me set up and gave me a shirt and hat to put on. I walk to the bathroom to put it on and the first thing i saw was a big, ugly bug. I quickly got out and put the clothing on outside of the bathroom. Hoping no one sees me. Once im done, i walk out and I'm instantly put on drive thur.
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**Book 2 titled Keep Me is up** The lights were off, all except the emergency light that flickered every now and then. I got chills just being here by my lonesome... at least I thought I were. I heard the door then footsteps coming directly towards me. "Hello?" I called out, angling my head to get a clearer view. I waited a couple seconds then suddenly I saw this dark figure walk under the emergency light. The moment the light hit those soft brown eyes, I knew exactly who it was, feeling safe enough to turn my attention back to closing the closet door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, throwing him a look over my shoulder. I felt him coming closer behind me, causing me to turn around. "I came here to be dressed," He was now inches away from me. "Isn't that your job, babe?" "Only for the next hour and a half," I said, backing up as he moved closer. When I felt the doors of the closet pressed against my back, a couple of swears escaped my mouth and I knew that I had no other choice but to await his next move. He was now an inch away from my face, staring me directly in the eyes. He leaned down to my ear, grazing it before he spoke. "Then dress me."

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