Chapter 3 Third Chapter

Her face is full of disgust when her eyes meet mine.

"Who are you?" She asks as she walks into the room, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes

flicker to David as though acknowledging him for the first time. Her eyes switch faster than the speed of light. Her smile, bright even to match the sun's glow.

"David baby! I missed you so much. I had a lot to do yesterday so I was not able to meet up

with our date. I'm so sorry. How do you feel about going today?" She asks as she jumps on him, kissing his face as though I wasn't in the room.Interesting.

"We can talk about that later, I'm having a little meeting with a worker of mine. If you don't mind waiting outside.

" he says, face suddenly emotionless.

I would have done everything within my power to avoid the glare that followed that declaration

almost instantaneously.

"What do you mean?" She laughs as though finding his words funny.

because of that thing?" She asks.

"You are sending me out

I can't control the smile that escapes my lips this time. I haven't even started much and I am

already having a sway on him. Nice.

"Cynthia, please don't make me say it again.

" David says, his voice now holding slight irritation.

But she does not seem to notice because she is now staring at me, her eyes bundled in

surprise and confusion.

"That sweatshirt you are putting on...

"she trails off.

I look down at the sweatshirt I am wearing on my uniform. It was one of the dresses brought in

for washing by one of my mum's customers, she owned a Laundromat. It looked really nice so I decided to wear it.

"What are you talking about?" David asks.

"It's mine. You know Caleb? He got it for me. I spilled coffee on it and told one of the cleaners to go get it washed. The fool must have taken it somewhere other than the laundry.

" Cynthia says, startling me.

I look back at the sweatshirt and almost curse myself. Of all days, luck decides to leave me.

I try to keep up with the facade, knowing I'm losing the battle already with the cold look

appearing on David's face.

"I'm so sorry, my mum has a Laundromat, I have nothing to wear to work today. I just borrowed

it please. I can get you a new one if you want.

" I am rambling now and I know it.

Fuck this!

I had almost gotten him. I look at Cynthia's face I almost wish I can hex her out of here. She

sees the look I give her and she rounds in shock. I quickly look at the floor not wanting this to go

as bad as it is already.I hear movement of heels and I lift up my head. The next thing I know, a slap lands on my face.

"What do you mean get me a new one, you poor, good for nothing bitch? This is a limited

edition. You think paupers like you can afford it? I blame that stupid cleaner for giving my

clothes. Do you think I'd be willing to take my precious clothes to your cheap slut of a mother's shop?" She asks, each word stinging.

I stand in shock, not believing what has just happened. The bitch slapped me.

She fucking slapped me.

I almost move when David's voice snaps me to my senses.

"That's enough, leave her. I'll get you a better one. " He says, holding her on the shoulders and pulling her away from me. He turns to me, his eyes full of disgust.

"You can go."

But maybe it is the slap that loses my tongue or the adrenaline rush from the whole event or the

words said to my mother but I feel emboldened.

"No." I say.

He looks at me like he's seeing me for the first time. "I mean... I want to speak to you about something.

" My eyes shift to Cynthia.

"Alone."

She scoffs as though not believing how bold I am. "Can I speak to you later, Cynthia?" David says but his eyes are firm on me. I smile a little as his eyes drop to my tits.

Cynthia opens her mouth in shock and for a moment I think she might slap me again. But she just turns away, slamming the door loudly and causing the whole room to reverberate.

"What is it that you want?" David asks, spreading his arms.

I breathe in deeply, racking my brain for what to say. I only wanted him to walk Cynthia out of

the office. I didn't know how I knew that he would but I just knew.

What am I going to s-

"Please don't fire me.

" The words leave my lips before I can process them. "I have a sick sister

in the hospital and I have to get money for her surgery. I'm not asking that you give it to me-i

know you can but that's not what I'm asking. I just want you to know that if you fire me, I don't

know what I'm going to do.

" I am near tears when I finally stopped talking, my pride now non

existent.I look at his face and for a moment he seems to be considering everything I said.

"Well why would you want money when you can just steal it? Maybe that's what you were

looking for when I walked in.

" His words send a sharp pain in my chest.

"What? Steal from you? Why would I-I was just dusting your shelf. I would never steal from

you." I said to him.

"What do you possibly think you can do for me that I want?" He asks. His eyes did not hold

skepticism, perhaps curiosity is the dominant emotion as he stares at me.

I gulp."Whatever you want. I can clean, I can scrub, I can grovel and beg. Whatever you want" I say to him.

David looks at his watch and turns back to look at me. He takes a step forward and it's followed

by another, making my heart skip.

He stops a few inches away from me, so close I can smell his cologne.

"I don't help thieves. Get out!" he said.