I walked into the bakery where I work, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filling my nose. As I made my way to the back, I saw Jared, my coworker, working at the cash register. He looked up and our eyes met, but he didn’t seem excited to see me.
“Hey, Jared!” I greeted him with a smile.“Hey,” he replied, his tone flat. “Wait, you can’t go in there yet.”I stopped in my tracks, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”Jared sighed. “The boss wants to talk to you first”" For, What?"" I don't know. He told me when you come to the bakery send you to his office. He wants to talk to you." He replied.“Oh,” I said, feeling a little deflated. I had been looking forward to starting my shift and getting to work in the kitchen. “Okay, thanks for letting me know."I turned around and headed back to the front of the bakery to find the paul and see what was going on. I begin wandering that why Paul wants to talk to meI walked into the bakery where I work, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filling my nose. As I made my way to the back, I saw Jared, my coworker, working at the cash register. He looked up and our eyes met, but he didn’t seem excited to see me.“Hey, Jared!” I greeted him with a smile.“Hey,” he replied, his tone flat. “Wait, you can’t go in there yet.”I stopped in my tracks, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”Jared sighed. “The boss wants to talk to you first”" For, What?"" I don't know. He told me when you come to the bakery send you to his office. He wants to talk to you." He replied.“Oh,” I said, feeling a little deflated. I had been looking forward to starting my shift and getting to work in the kitchen. “Okay, thanks for letting me know."I turned around and headed back to the front of the bakery to find the paul and see what was going on. I begin wandering that why Paul wants to talk to me but I quickly come to the conclusion that he is going to pay me my sa
As the guards entered Paul’s office, I could hear their muffled voices through the door. “Sir, there’s been some damage to your property,” one of them said. Paul’s voice was angry as he replied, “What? Who did it?”I knew I had to get out of there fast. My heart was pounding as I made a run for my car, which was parked near the bakery. I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door.Once I was inside, I let out a sigh of relief and started the engine. But just as I was about to pull out, Paul appeared in front of my car, his face red with anger.“Stop!” he shouted, banging on the hood of my car. “You can’t just leave like this!”But I was determined to get away. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to maneuver my car around him and pull out onto the street. As I drove away, I could see Paul in my rearview mirror, shaking his fist at me.I was shaking as I drove, my emotions all over the place. Part of me felt guilty for what I had done, but another part of me felt exhilarated by t
I turned around to go to the elevator and everyone was still looking me like I am a alien or something. And seriously, this making me thinking that I shouldn't have got into a fight with Paul. I am regretting a little bit but he deserves it. He is a dickhead. I couldn’t believe how shitty he had been to me. I had worked for him for five years at the bakery, pouring my heart and soul into my job. And what had he done at the end? Fired me.I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. All those early mornings, all those long hours, all those burnt cakes and ruined pastries. It had all been for nothing. I will never go back to him and beg him to give me my job. Never, after what he had done and insulted me.I hurried towards the elevator, my heart pounding with anticipation. I had to get to the 10th floor and I couldn’t afford to be late. As I reached the elevator, my eyes fell on the sign that read “Out of Order”. My heart sank. I am chubby girl and the thought of climb
As I finish hanging the dresses in the dressing room and returned back on the set before I could tell the stylist that I finished my job.I heard a model saying, " Oh no, I ripped the dress."I quickly went to see what had happened and found the stylist, photographer, and director gathered around the model. She was crying uncontrollably, and everyone was trying to calm her down, but she couldn’t stop. I saw that her dress was completely ripped from the side and it didn’t look salvageable. It was a terrible situation.The stylist said, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.” The photographer added, “We can try to fix it or find a replacement dress.” The director tried to reassure her, “It’s not your fault, these things happen.”But the model just kept crying, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin everything. It’s my first photoshoot and I wanted everything to be perfect.” I could feel her despair and embarrassment. It was heartbreaking to see her so upset.The stylist asked her gentl
Declan saw me that I am overheard his conversation so he decided to move away from me in order to talk on the phone. And I begin to wander who was he telling about the victoria.Well, I quickly realized that it's none of my business to be defending someone whom I don't know. I didn't even know who's on the wrong side. Maybe, this man was right I am talking emotionally sigh and thought everywhere I go something bad happened. Maybe, I am the problem and I should be staying at home and cry over my fate because that is what God wants from me.I decided to grab my bag and leave the place before anything worse happens and I turn around to search Victoria whom was nowhere to be seen. I thought, She might be went out to get the designer for fixing the dress.I went into the dressing room to get my purse. As I rummaged through my bag, I couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. I felt a mix of emotions - confusion, frustration, and a sense of helplessness. I took a dee
I was feeling really anxious and nervous as I approached Heather. I had never asked her for any favors before, but now I was desperate and I needed her help. My heart was pounding as I tried to find the right words to say.“Heather,” I began hesitantly. “I don’t know how to say this to you, but I don’t think there’s any better way to say it. As you know, I haven’t been paid for the past three months. So, I haven’t been able to pay my rent to Biddy… I mean, your mom. I was just wondering if you could talk to her and ask her to give me a little more time… I swear on my dead grandma that I will pay her rent.”Heather looked at me with shock and disbelief. “I…I don’t know what to say,” she stammered. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. You know how my mother is. She’s a miserly person who won’t lend a penny to anyone, not even her own daughter.”Tears welled up in my eyes as Heather’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been clinging to the hope that she would be able to help me, but n
couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Heather, my best friend, was flirting with a complete stranger who seemed so wrong and full of lies. I could feel my blood boiling as I watched her giggle at his every word. I knew I had to do something to stop her.I cleared my throat and said, “Heather, have you forgotten that you need to go home?”Heather looked at me in confusion, her eyes wide with surprise. “No, I don’t think so,” she replied, still smiling at the man.I elbowed her gently and shot her a glare. “Your mother has a doctor’s appointment and you have to drive her to the clinic. Don’t you remember?” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.Heather’s smile faded as she looked at me. “Doctor’s appointment?” she asked, her voice laced with doubt.I nodded, my heart racing. “Yes, you must have forgotten about it. Come on, we should leave now before Biddy comes here, I mean your mother.” I said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away from the man.Heather stumbled as I led her away,
Heather’s phone began to ring. She took it out and glanced at the screen.“My mom is calling,” she said.“Answer it and talk to her,” I replied.“Okay, okay. And you should go tell that girl that you’re going to help her before she packs everything up. Come on, move quickly.”Heather left to talk to her mom while I headed towards Victoria, who was standing with the photographer and director, instructing them to pack up. My gaze traveled to the other side of the room where Declan was smirking at Victoria, probably thinking he had accomplished something. He took out his phone and started typing. I didn’t know who he was messaging, but I could guess it was probably his boss, telling him about their successful plan. I felt bad for them because I wasn’t going to let it happen.I took a deep breath and walked straight up to Victoria. I overheard her saying, “I’ll talk to Eden about it, but for now we need to pack up.”“No one needs to pack up until we finish the shoot,” I said from behind h