CHAPTER 2
986 Words
To eat, I turned.
I was still processing what had happened as I took my first mouthful, but as I continued to eat, I wondered if I should be doing this while my siblings weren't.
Hyst! Every time I eat, that is the only thing I ever consider.
It's tough! Even if you are enjoying your meal, you are aware that they haven't yet eaten.
I handed him the half-full plastic cup of taho and said, "It's yours."
I grinned at him and stroked my belly, saying, "Thank you, I'm full."
I'm still somewhat peckish!
I warned him, seeing that he didn't take the taho, "If you don't deliver it to me, I will consume it."
He heard what I said and took the taho and ate it right away.
He threw the plastic cups in the garbage and added, "I'll drop you off. You're late."
I entered and smile, "All right."
We departed right away. My boss and co-workers gave me the side-eye as predicted. I got here at the club at approximately 8:50 in the morning.
The manager snapped, "To all late employees, we need to talk."
She is Theresse Atajar, our manager here at the club. Maybe she is in her 40's because she is so naughty and brave. She also has a lot of white hair and wrinkled skin.
She's still running late, it's still late, and she won't talk to anyone but me. Tss.
I kept up with her until we arrived at the staircase leading to the second floor at the end of the hallway.
Since nobody here can hear very well, he frequently speaks to me. "How have you been late?"
I gave her a response that got her even hotter, "20 times already."
I simply responded to her query.
"If only you could resign, is that the proper way to work? Did I instruct you to answer?!"
I bowed down and said, "I'm really sorry ma'am. I was still taking care of my siblings."
I smacked her as a result of what she said, "What do I care about your siblings?! Put the problem first--"
I pulled away from her in disgust, but she grabbed my hand and retracted the slap, saying, "I'd rather live with my siblings than the fake person I work with!"
She smacked me hard and said, "What right do you have to slap me! No way." She slapped me hard on the other cheek and said, "I'll educated."
She was yelling "Stupid!" as I was smacking her.
Since I was aware that what I did was wrong, all I could do was accept it.
I must respect and honor her because she is my manager and in a higher position than me if I don't want to lose my job.
She hit me again and said, "Think about what you're going to do!" before walking away.
I did nothing except lay on the ground, feeling the pain in my face.
It's really hurtful!
I must have a crimson face!
She hurriedly spilled red wine on my face as I was ready to leave when she returned.
Gosh!
She grinned loudly, "You deserve it, dumbass!" and walked away from me.
I tried not to cry while fixing my hair.
Why do I need to cry?
She is my manager, so if she treats me like this, I have nothing to worry about! She serves as my boss. F*ck, that woman!
I don't want a job like this!
I want to be able to generate money without having to observe how my employees treat one another!
It ought to be fair!
There shouldn't be a necessity to compromise character in order to gain wealth!
Annoying!
Why is this how my life is?
Why am I going through this?
I left and was ready to go into the women's restroom when I noticed girls staring at and making fun of me.
Girl 1: "That's disgusting!"
Girl 2: "Why does he appear that way?"
Girls 3: "Something that suits her."
Girl 4: "Yes, the wine girl, of course."
Girl 5: "You're right. Perhaps she's also insane; that's why she drank the alcohol in the bathtub. Haha."
Girl 6 said, "Yes. She can't be here girls. Let's close the door." They were still in a hurry and the door was shut.
Tss. They are the one's that are crazy. Their mind is not empty. If I hadn't already stopped myself, I would have kicked the door. They shouldn't believe that I'm crazy!
I simply walked to the guys' restroom and shut the door. I heard no weird movements, therefore there must be nobody here.
I washed my face while facing the mirror.
I was so irritated that I nearly broke the faucet, saying, "Life is unfair! Damn!"
I paused mid-sentence when I heard a stir inside the toilet. "Why are they the only ones favored by life? Why not me? I'm also a part of life, right? I also exist! I'm living---"
I heard a man questioned, "I-is there anyone there?" It was obvious that he was there because of his voice on the other end of the line. He said, "H-hello... D-do you have any wipes?"
"Nothing."
"Tss. That's the reason why your life is unjust, is that you despise me." He sarcastic said.
Huh?!
It's awful for no reason at all! My wipes is on my bag, I forgot!
"I just don't have anything, so I can't be bothered!"
"That's correct, Ms. Unfair" he answered, chuckling slightly.
W-what?
Ms. Unfair?
He criticized me unfairly?
That's preferable than someone telling me I'm a nasty. Tss.
I hurriedly fixed my hair and walked away from him.
He was calling me what she called me early and requesting for wipes, but I chose to ignore him.
Because life is unjust, I must work!
I don't have time to waste on pointless people.
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Written on: July 18, 19 (2023)
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