THE BILLIONAIRE’S CAREGIVER

"You can't talk to me like that!" I yelled in Josh, my boss's face. His mouth hung open at my tone. I just rolled my eyes at him " I'm done with this s**t hole" I said as I dumped the tray of pastries on the floor. Ripping the apron off my waist as I stormed out of the bakery with Josh hurling insults st my retreating back as he pushed quick apologies to the customer. I walked swiftly for about 5 minutes before I stopped to catch my breath and let the consequences of my actions dawn on me. I groaned as I whipped my phone out as I called the only person I had on my side. I stuffed my phone in my pocket fighting the tears that were fighting to drop from my eyes. I'm Emilia Payne, a multitasking 25 year old with no actual direction in life. I've worked all the possible jobs one could think of. A secretary, a barrister, a waitress, a baker, a babysitter, a stripper?? Name it. Okay, maybe not a stripper but I've done a lot. I didn't finish college, I stopped at my second year to help my mom take care of the house and my younger brother after my dad died. It took a huge toll on us.we weren't crazy rich but we were comfortable.i never understood his job or who he worked for but he was always drafting contracts and stuff like that.all his efforts went down the drain as soon as he died with nothing left for his family. I always wished mom would just move on and find someone to help and support her, someone who would make her happy but she refuses to let go of her husband and the memories. She claims to have moved on from such an old accident but I see the glint in her eyes anytime he is mentioned or she comes across his picture. I've always hoped for love like that, unconditional, even after death. Instead, here I am! Covered in powdered sugar and jobless once again. I took a deep breath as I pushed the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes . I couldn't be even more pathetic than this. All I wanted to do was to go home and crash on the bed. The familiar horn of my best friend's car snapped me out of my daze and pitiful thinking. I turned and she greeted me with her usual wide smile,I smiled back and made my way to the car. "What's up troublemaker?" Gina asked chuckling as she started the car. I groaned loudly as my misery washed all over me again. "I lost my job" I said in a quiet voice hoping she doesn't catch on, but who was I deceiving really?. She gave me a quick glance with a raised eyebrow. "You...lost your job?" She asked in a knowing tone. I rolled my eyes giving up, " fine,I quit. In my defense, Josh was being an arse wipe" I said crossing my arms on my chest, bracing myself for Gina's scolding. "Emilia..." Gina started with her soft motherly tone which made me wince. "Oh God" I whispered in misery. I would've preferred if she yelled but this was her 'pep talk' tone.This was going to be a long ride home. "You can not quit your job the moment you feel offended, bosses are not exactly going to be your besties. They would get on your nerves and want to make you pull your hair out but you have to hold out and learn to stop speaking back too" she continued looking at me every three words to make sure I was listening. I rolled my eyes subtly but she caught me when I did, "don't roll your eyes at me young lady, this is the fifth job you've lost in the last two months!" Gina said her tone rising a bit. I sighed noticing she was getting a bit anxious and it made her upset. I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder to calm her down since she was so tense. "It's okay Gina, I'll get another job. You know I always do" I said with a reassuring smile. She looked over at me with a small frown as she nodded reluctantly. I giggled as I hugged her head which she slapped me away for because she was driving. "Can we stop to get a sandwich though, I'm starving" I said with a pout. She just rolled her eyes "you work...worked in a cafe but you're always hungry. It makes no sense to me". She was nagging but still driving in the direction of a nervy subway. I was quietly bothered that I would not be able to get a job. I just didn't want to stress Gina out. She was the sweetest soul and hates seeing me in a bad position. It was true at some point that I always did get a job but I've circled round the whole city and quit everywhere. I really needed to work on my attitude. I would accept anything but be walked over, I just couldn't stand for someone to treat me like trash no matter my status or position. We went through the subway driveway as we picked our sandwiches and cokes up. Gina zoomed off on her way to my house when I stopped her. "Can I stay over at yours tonight?" I asked in a low tone. She just sighed and nodded lightly understanding already. I wasn't ready to have that conversation with my mom. I could already imagine her reaction and how much she would tell at how -and I quote- 'irresponsible, selfish and unhinged'- I am. It would be a mess and I'm way too stressed for that conversation. We got to Gina's house and I released a deep breath before going in. Gina stopped to look at me standing still in front of her house. She rolled her eyes at me knowing why I was stuck. I totally forgot about the main reason why I didn't sleep over at Gina's place more often. "This is going to be a long ass night" I whispered as I took a deep breath and walked in.