Delilah Kinsley, A 22 year old young woman in the lower class gets fired from her job at the café by her rude and ruthless boss. In desperate need of some cash,she signs a contract. Deliver a packet at a specific location every month, no questions a...
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𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑎ℎ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦;
𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. I pick up the order and rush back to table nine.
"Enjoy your meal, sorry for the wait. " I say with a fake smile.
I sigh and go pick up the next order.
"Delilah!" I hear my name being called out.
I turn around and see my boss, Mr. Anderson staring at me with a not so friendly look.
"Uh.. Yes Mr. Anderson, is there a problem?"
He sighs.
"I need you in my office, now."
"Oh. Sure, let me just get this orde-"
"Now Delilah." He cut me off.
"Okay.. " I mutter.
I follow him through the kitchen and into a small room which he uses as his office.
"Have a seat." He says as he takes his own.
There's a moment of silence but then I pull back the chair and sit in it. I swallow my saliva and clear my throat.
"Is something wrong sir?"
Mr. Anderson lays back on his chair and stares at me for a couple of seconds before taking a sip of the coffee on his desk.
He lets out a sigh and finally speaks.
"You're fired."
"What?"
"You can leave your waist apron here."
"B-but.. I don't understand, I'm doing really good, I even work overtime and night shifts" I complain.
"Any of my waitresses will do that if I just ask them to." He says and gives me a bored look.
I stay silent, take my waist apron off and leave it on his desk. He opens a drawer and takes an envelope out.
"Here, this is your last paycheck." He says and hands it to me.
I count the money.
"This is way less than what I've worked for this month." I complain.
"Last time I checked, I have the schedule with all your shifts and payments darling so get out before I call the cops." He says bored.
I'm taken aback by his threat to call the cops on me and stay silent. I walk out of the café and slam the door behind me. 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳.
This job was shit anyway. I was underpaid and working in terrible conditions, maybe I should be the one calling the police on him. I sigh and unlock the door to my apartment. I have to start looking for a job again and it isn't gonna be easy. Luckily, I have already paid rent this month so I have some time before I get 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. I open my bedroom door and collapse exhausted on my bed. I really needed to find a job and 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬.
