CHAPTER 10. MEETING THE BOSS
HARA
Running in high-heeled shoes has never been my area of expertise. I've never been deep into fashion and just went with whatever was comfortable. High-heeled shoes always had me tripping and seemingly clumsy. I had to avoid them and every occasion which specifically demands them.
Winding up as a worker in the bar did bring about a terrific change though. It was one of the huge flaws of my job – their strict requirements for every female worker to be on heels. I would have loved to exempt myself from the rules, using my pregnancy as the perfect excuse. That was impossible. They had no idea I was carrying a child and I intend to keep it that way for a long time.
So yeah, had to compromise myself every day, putting on heels and taking on the torture that came with it.
After a little more run on the sidewalk and I arrived at the bar. I had an afternoon shift, which would end a few hours before midnight.
The bar was a bit serene. There were a good number of customers but they were all civil and chatty. It wasn't yet time to get wasted.
The counter had just Cy. and four other bartenders behind it.
As if sensing my presence, he looked up with a warm smile.
“Suzy, good to see you, girl.“
“Good to see you too, Cy.“ I met his warm smile with mine. “How's it going?“
“The usual. How are you feeling?“
“Fine.“ If I hadn't known better, I would have thought the dude figured out my condition. But that wasn't the case. I've been away on sick leave for 2 days. So yeah, nothing odd about the conversation.
“That's great. Good to have you back,“ He beamed.
“Likewise,“ I replied, a bit distracted. My head moved to all sides and I even had to stand on my toes for better viewing.
“Looking for someone?” He arched a brow, following my gaze.
“No. Actually, yes. “ I breathed out. It was somewhat embarrassing having to admit I was searching for Shilah. Not for another fight, but to try to talk things with her. See if we could get along like coworkers. That isn't too much to ask for, is it?
“Shilah?“
“Yup.” I slipped into the bar stool. ”I'm tired of the fighting and arguing. I can't keep up with that anymore. So I need to fix things with her, get on her good books, and she, on mine.“
“Why would you wanna fix things with her after what she did to you?“ Cy. quizzed unbelievably.
My brows puckered. “What?“
“C'mon, Suzy. You don't always have to be the good one. It's okay to get mad at stuff that hurt you. In a situation like this, it's very understandable if you get psycho and pull her hair out. No one's gonna judge,”
“I don't understand…“
“Look, all I'm saying is, Shilah deserves a little taste of your wrath. She crossed the line this time.“
Cy. wasn't making any sense. His words weren't exactly cryptic but I couldn't make out the meaning that lay underneath them.
He seemed to have noticed my confusion and let out a loud laugh.
“OMG! You haven't heard?“
Slowly, I shook my head. Right at that moment, I realized that my 2-days of absence had so many untold stories in it. And it seemed Shilah was the main character.
“You serious?“
“Yeah, Cy. What's it I'm supposed to hear?“ Something told me I wouldn't like this, but I was still itchy to hear it, regardless.
He looked up and was staring deep into my eyes. His smiles were gone, replaced by a dead stare.
“Shilah filed a report to have you fired from working here,“ His tone was rigidly low as if wanting me to realize the seriousness of the situation.
”What?! Why?!“
“According to her, you're incompetent and you fake your illness just to skip your shifts. You also trash-talk customers. She said a whole bunch of nonsense. I didn't get it all into my head.“
I was silent. That kind of silence that comes before a massive explosion. That kind of silence that comes before a fierce outburst.
It was official – Shilah has finally lost her mind! To think I'd decided to be the bigger person and try to establish some sort of bond with her.
“Where is she?“ My voice was low and deadly. It was either Cy. hadn't noticed it or he did but felt indifferent to it.
Either way, he just gave a nonchalant shrug. “You know where.“
Of course, I did! I knew just where to find that slimy bitch.
I stomped off and took the elevator to the fifth floor. The bar was a gigantic building with six floors.
Each floor had a slice of pleasure it provided the customers with. But most importantly, each floor had its workers. It was prohibited for a worker from a different floor to go to another floor without any form of official permission. That would be tagged as 'trespassing', and was punishable.
Right now, I was breaking that rule and I didn't give a fuck in the world. If I'm gonna go to hell for it, I'll be sure to take Shilah along. Just pray I don't get another complication from the intense confrontation I was gonna be having in 5…4…3…2…bing!
The elevator door opened.
I headed straight into the first office I saw on the floor. Throwing the door open with so much force that shook it in its hinges did nothing to interrupt their moment.
Mr. Macdonald– sonafabitch! – was grunting like he was vocally damaged. He was the pathetic excuse of a manager and the real reason Shilah overstepped her boundaries with all of us.
She was expertly rocking her hips and bouncing off his dïck. Her skirt was up to her waist region and her blouse was gone. She wasn't one who puts on bras so I didn't have to wonder about its whereabouts.
Her giggling was like that of a silly, schoolgirl. With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she rode them both to whatever pinnacle of ecstasy they were aiming for at the moment.
“Yes…yes…Gosh…yes. Fuck me harder…faster…yes. Ouhhhh!!! Fuck, yes baby…yes…I love this…“ She rambled on, digging her fingernails into his grey hairs. Another giggle from her as he tweaked his lips over her nipples.
The despicable sight skyrocketed my fury. I had the devil himself whisper something ugly into my ears. I didn't give it a second thought and just went ahead with it.
With a fistful of her hair, I wrenched her off him, dragging her to the middle of the office.
She struggled to free her hair from my grasp but I held on tighter. My hands were hard like steel. It was impossible to get them off her hair.
Mac. Donald, the perv, crawled after us, sticking out his tongue and licking her dripping orgasm. I gave him a hard kick to his face and he fell on his butt with a painful groan.
“Let me go, Suzy! Have you gone nuts?!“ Shilah yelled, hitting hard on my grasp.
“Yes, Shilah. I've gone nuts. And it's all thanks to you! I should have done this to you a lot sooner!“
“What's your problem, old hag? Let go of my hair and speak!“
“Your report about me, that's my problem! How dare you tag me as incompetent when that word best describes you?!!“
“Everyone knows I work my ass off. Unlike you who takes false sick leaves!“
“My sick leaves are not false, bitch!“ I banged her against the wall. She shrieked at the painful impact.
“Let…me…go!!“
“This is what you get for trying to ruin my life,“
“I'm not trying to ruin what hasn't already been in ruins!“ She retorted.
“Oh yeah? Then watch me ruin your hair just the same way I ruined your fucking orgasm!“
With the vehement way I was pulling and dragging her hair, it was no surprise I felt a few strands around my fingers. I had a long way to go if I was aiming at pulling out all the hair strands. That's okay, I'm gonna stick around for the long run.
Strong arms lifted me in a tight embrace, disconnecting my fingers from her hair.
“Let me go!!!“ I barked, fighting hard to break free.
“Suzy, calm down. Calm down, please,“ It was Cy. whispering soothingly into my ears.
“Keep that wretch far away from me!“ Shilah staggered back to balance. Her hair was a mess, covering more than half of her face. “My God! How bittered are you that you wanna ruin my hair so bad?“
“Get dressed, Shilah.“ Cy. rasped.
She scurried around for her clothes. Her clumsy attempt at modesty would have cackled me up real bad if I wasn't dived deep into a rage.
Mc. Donald crawled underneath the table, struggling to get his pants on.
Insufferable lowlifes!
“Suzy, you gotta chill. The ruckus is deafening. You've vented enough. Now, you need to chill.“
“I'm trying…“
“Good, 'cause this whole thing just turned into a huge mess. We could hear you guys from the last floor,“
“That's great. I want everyone to know just how petty this slut can get,“
“No, you don't understand. The boss just arrived. He heard your voices.“
He freed me from his hold. I turned to him, “What boss?“
“The Bosses' Bosses' Bosses' boss.“ He heaved and calmly added, “The Alpha-Prince is here.“
On hearing that, Mc. Donald dashed out of the office. Shilah grabbed her blouse and was gonna take off, but Cy. blocked her.
“Not so fast, Shilah. His Majesty demands you–“ he looked at me – “and you,“
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Me??! The Alpha-Prince wants to see me? Whatever for?“
“As I said, he heard the ruckus. He's pretty pissed so you girls have to be on your toes. You know how he gets,“ Cy. nodded at us and left the office.
“Oh God,“ Shilah was trembling, clenching her teeth to stop it from clattering so noisily.
The door opened again and we were approached by three men, dressed in black suits.
“This way, ladies,“ One of them gestured. We followed them into the elevator up to the sixth floor.
When we arrived at the floor, Shilah was escorted into the office. I, on the other hand, waited behind.
I was fidgeting so badly that I almost slipped off my chair. There was no pause to the crazy throbbing of my heart. How the hell did I end up working in his bar?
I didn't know. I had no clue. If I did, I wouldn't have jumped on the offer.
My heart sank when Shilah ran out of the office like a maniac.
Oh dear Goddess, please save my poor soul!