The CEO's Secrets

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from the nineteen fifties, who only possess the ability to wait on their husban

oman with such little regard for our feelings? Is this a dream? Did

h*t haircut and wrinkled blue suit thinks he c

p onto the counter in front of me. “How about you go back

ity I want to feel my knuckle

paper. Maybe this man has never tasted coffee in his life because I made

heir godd*mn coffee? One is e

r,” I say, “I’

hy look before turning

of the day, but it’s the only way I can afford to put myself through college. Dealing w

the opposite end of the countertop. She give

look at Daisy, there is a good chance I’ll break down in tea

He’s staring back at me with a sour look on his fac

ve nothing more than to spit in his drink or tell him what I’m really th

efore leaving the store. There are only a few customers seated near

for almost seven years since I graduated high school. My parents were on my a** about finding a full

ke any other eighteen-year-old would. The thought of having to work a nine to five job scared the sh*t o

me and lays a sof

was so rude to you.” Her

moving my hands

f men and women rushing to their next destination, “I mean, look at where we work. Bu

ad, “You shouldn’t

rs who will yell in your face and call you names. This is her first time seeing it, so she doesn’t understand that

from beside the cake cabinet, “Maybe one day I’ll be at the

t to do in life?

mmunications. I’m not entirely sure what direction I want my life to head in,

ning, “Being stuck here forever would be the w

ing the counter. I excuse myself and take the wom

ay until closing time. Every time I watch the clock, it always feels like time is

way to not watch the

and swiftly grab the paper bag with the muffin in it. I

e full, I use my back to push the door open. As I’m tu

ke I’m in a movie watching everything around me move in slow motion.

beautiful green eyes before I see dark liqui