The CEO’s Conditon

I finally left that job. Gosh, working at that rickety bar made me stressed;it felt like I was going into a war zone. If I was weak, I was going to be eaten alive by those men. I knew it was time to quit. Every day felt like torture. But I knew quitting was going to be hard; I was going to be hungry for a while. But I made my decision; I needed to leave. I'd rather starve than have to work there one more day. I got to the bar that faithful day and I was ready to go resign from this job. Is it even a job? It was more like a full-blown harassment zone. The place always reeked of thirsty men that seem to just pick on girls. Men coming in every day staring at me like I was some food that they get hungry for. Some of them came half drunk, looking for whose ass to touch. The worst part of it all was once you report, madam Claire did nothing. She always said to take it and shut up. This wasn't a job; it was torture. I was done slaving myself, tired, exhausted from all the harassment. I made my way to her office. My body tensed as I got to the door of her office, but I knew I needed to quit this shithole. I knocked, my hands trembling, but there was no going back now. "Come in." She shouted, always so angry. I walked in. "Good afternoon, ma'am." "Okay...what assault have you come here to report again? I don't have the time." She said without taking a glance at me. I was so irritated, I might have been scared to leave this job, but honestly, this was all the answer I needed. "b***h," I whispered under my breath. "Did you say something, Petra?" She asked, her eyes glaring at me. "I'm here to quit this job, Claire." I could see the shock in her eyes. "What did you just call me, you little slut?" She stood up and moved closer to where I stood. "Claire," I said again, "I want to quit this shithole of a job." I stood, looking straight into her eyes. I don't know where my courage came from, but honestly, if she was going to try and fight, I damn well am ready for a fight. "You stupid b***h, you think you can get a job all because of your stupid first-class certificate," she let out a laugh of mockery. " I promise you, you wouldn't be able to find any job better than this, you wretched rude..." I didn't let her finish her statement; my hands moved before I could think. The sound of the slap echoed. "Stupid woman, I hope your bar runs down." "You'd regret this, Petra, I promise you." I could hear her tiny little cry for help, and it felt so good. I turned around and moved closer to the floor where she was. "I dare you, Claire, try me." "You...you.." I didn't wait to hear her rubbish; I walked out. I felt great immediately I got out of the bar;I couldn't have asked for a better way to resign. I got home feeling great, humming as I got to my door and unlocked it . I got inside and dropped my bag and put the dinner I got in the microwave. I put it to the highest; I enjoy my food pretty hot. While it hummed,I decided to scroll through the internet for a bit. Then I stumbled upon a post: A job application. From THE CRIMSON'S HOTEL. It felt so unreal. They never have openings. "Maybe this is a sign," I muttered. "I could get a job there, oh my gosh, it would be a dream come true if I get it." I said while throwing my legs in the air. I quickly applied. It was a position as a personal assistant to the CEO of Frapson Hotel, and honestly, getting a job there is a big deal. I finished my application and pressed send. It was then it hit me. "My food." I ran to the microwave and put it off. Thank God I didn't get there too late. I sat down, I started eating my food, while remembering how I dealt with that evil Claire. I let out a loud laugh. "She'd know not to mess with girls anymore." That slap I gave her felt so good. I ate and sat on my couch. Doom scrolling, then a notification came in. An email. I quickly ran to check; it was a reply from Dexter Hotel. "Dear Petra, We acknowledge receipt of your application for the position of personal assistant at the Crimson's Hotel. Further information regarding the next stage of the recruitment process will be communicated shortly. Regards, Management Crimson Hotel I had to pinch myself. I quickly called my best friend, Zaire. "Heyyyy girrrl." She sang. "I got a follow-up email from The Dexter, a hotel." She screamed so loudly I had to pull the phone away. "Girrllll I'm coming over right now." The call ended before I could say anything. Knowing Zaire, she'd be here any minute. I sat on my couch, smiling like an i***t. I didn't know I could feel this. Hope, Then my phone buzzed. I quickly picked it up to check, thinking it would be a message from Zaire. Unknown number. "Where the Hell is my money, b***h?" My smile faded. I knew my day couldn't just end well.