Ava
I had just laid back in bed for a short time when I received a phone call from the owner of the fast food restaurant.
As soon as I picked up, my boss growled angrily, "Ava! How many times have you done this? Do you want to keep your job or not? The other day, you said your mother was hospitalized! What's the reason for today? How many times have you taken off work this month? If it weren't for the fact that you were pretty good-looking and could help me attract some customers, I would never be willing to hire you!"
I could imagine how he looked with an angry expression. I couldn't help but hold the phone away from my ear until he finished yelling, and then I put the phone back up to my ear.
"I'm really sorry. I'm not feeling too well today..."
"Not feeling well? Ava, you know wha
