tte in his mouth, smiling psychotically. He hadn't said anything since I arrived, hol

u going to pay me now

front of me. "You have to

of me was going to pay me, even believed he was the owner of the place, but that's not the case. Another idiot appeare

for me to see me like this, working and without any enthusiasm. My hair must have looked like a bird's nest, I probably smelled of seasonings, and I know that's why he wants to laugh. I don't care too much what he thinks of me, I don't care if tomorrow he wants to show up at u

u Cora

iew to the pizzeria, so we can save ourselve

nd I feared for my uniform, thinking his drink would spill on

we are. Can you pay me?" I as

hundreds of times. Why don't you give it

d once in our lives, and just so you know, I don't care w

a," he grumbled. "I'

take it,"

from my hands. His fingers were cold, and the feeling of his touch against mine was chilling, I immediately

ause you're not just any gir

y to work, and Julian looked at me confused. Neither of them believed I would succeed, to be honest, I didn't think I would either. I

them complain about what they'll have to do in the future. They detest the family legacy, and their thing is not sitting in an office, monitoring what the employees are doing. Many want to be singers, dancers, doctors, or lawyers. But not entrepren

undred extra dollars. I took what he had told me and informed my boss about what had happened so that he wouldn't think badly of me. At first, he didn't believe me. No one in the place believed me, especially Julian, who was mo

amazin

" Julian asked, con

"A narcissistic and

n?" he i

t doesn't matter how she did it. W

to know how

, Cora. Su

en?" I asked fearfully. Mr. Gilbert n

if he genuinely likes me or if he did it mockingly. He's an idiot, and I hate him. I hate the way he thinks the world revolves around him. It infuriates me when he walks

urned out like this. Because his parents spoiled him so much, they created a monster. It might be true, or maybe

g. He doesn't seem like a guy with dark secrets; he appears to be superficial, the type of guy who tells everyt

impatiently tapped his leg, waiting for me to say something,

at him more times than I should have, and I might have even threatened him a couple of times. I clicked my tongue a

ng?" my coworker asked

way. In the second case, it means that he thinks I'm a stalker and feels threaten

ora. And what

d one," I

threat part was true, at least in my perception. I did threaten him a couple of times, and that's why he didn't feel threatened. On second thought,

ent, and I'm scared to read it. By now, the others have returned to their work, and I'm serving some tables. Nervou

s to table five

like a couple of lovers. I deliver what they ordered and leave. When I finally

your mouth for a long time. As for the service, it's great, especia

and that's what he did. Well, partially. My shift ends, and I go home exhausted. I hate having to work like this; it would be so much

e anymore, nothing that belongs to him. My mother enters through the door and looks at me wi

your day?

ess, although I had a pain-in-t

uage," sh

ou've never cared

ral. I could be gone for hours, and she wouldn't know where I was. On the other hand, Dad was more invol

eutral tone. "What do you

our father's deceit. We could be better off if I take charge. I have c

re money than before, not even the same amount," I

'm trying,"

you see it, I'l

a, stop being

less this morn

ne anything with her life. How could she say such a foolish thing? I was the one who had worked my butt off for months. Dad