A NIGHT WITH THE CRAZY CEO

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s in the kitchen, watching my colleague and my best friend, Cherry, running aroun

d my help, Cherry?" I asked

you if she sees you assisting me." She replied and returne

king customers' orders?!" I heard the manager's lo

ay. The manager hates it when we, the employees, sit around when there are no customers in

it in her air-conditioned office while we run

o the people here, so I thought I would rest for some

How many times will I tell you th

ogized even though I d

and take their orders. Be on your best behavior." She s

'am," I

out of the kitchen and over to the ne

be having this afternoon?" I asked the two breathtakingly gorgeous men with a professional smile. I

wine." The first guy said, and I bobbed my head. I jotted it down and faced the

t quiet and acted like I wasn't talking to him. I was about to say something when the first guy to

cook what they ordered, and he began to prepare it. After a few minutes, the

ome of the creamy pasta fell on the quiet guy as he sat just a few feet from where I fell. I gasped in shock as he stood u

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a bad mood because my best friend, Manuel, forced me here to grab a bite while sorting out some crucial files. This clumsy waitress just had to ruin my mood

" The waitr

d angrily, ignoring her attempts t

but I tightened my hold on

ager came running out of a

With horrible customer service? I didn't employ you in my resta

s... I'm sure it was a mistake; she must h

want this lady out of this p

come. If I do, consider your job gone." I said,

take! Don't you make mistakes too? I'll a

yourself," I smirked at her

boss of me." She said with a smir

fire any fucking body as I please." I flashed

m where I was. The manager said some things to her,

t confused when she walked toward me instead of outside the restaurant. My confusion didn't last long as she stood before me and kic

out of the restaurant without looking back. I stood there like someone in a trance and watched her r

azy sometimes..." The manager was apologizing wh

t limping as I still felt pain in my g

when we got to the car. I glared at him, and he snapped his mouth shut immediately, b

would have been in my office and not have gotten kicked at in

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topping to rest and only stopped when I got to my house. Immediately I got home; I wiped my face with the sleeve of my dress before plastering a fake smile on my face. My little sister, Mariana, can be very inquisitiv

of the reasons I wanted to work harder; I didn't want her to end up like me, a high school dropout without a college degree. The other reason

ever diagnosed with anemia. Everything would have been better than it is now. I sighed deeply and go