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"Arielle? the director wants to see you,"
Arielle heard her co-worker Mary say, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at her.
"What? why?"
she asked.
"Do you think I know? how would I know? you can do yourself some good and go find out yourself, I already did my part,"
Mary responded. Arielle was used to getting negative vibes from her co-workers, no one here liked her and it wasn't something new, she was used to not being liked by anyone, in her twenty-four years of living, the only people that have come close to liking her were her mom and stepdad, even her own dad didn't want anything to do with her and had left her mom before she was born, her stepdad, however, didn't leave her but she didn't feel all that much love from him either, but at least he was there, her mom, well, she couldn't define her relationship with her mom even though they lived together, they barely interact and it was just like that.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day while keeping the director waiting?" Mary yelled in her face bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Sorry, I will go now," "Don't tell me bitch move along,"
she said. Arielle cleaned her hand and walked up to the director’s office while wondering what he wanted, this was only her fifth month of working here and was the only place she has worked for up to that time, she had a nick of getting fired at her jobs, it wasn’t totally her fault but she was to blame for being forgetful and clumsy, nah, that’s a lie that each of her boss tells her before they send her ass away, she just hopes she wasn’t in any kind of trouble because she couldn’t afford to loss her job now, not when she needed all the money she can get, she wanted to move out by the end of the year and start a life of her own, she was so tired of living a lie and that’s exactly how she has been living for the past ten years, yup, she knew when she turned fourteen that she was better off on her own and had started working towards moving out of her parent’s house since but nothing goes as planned, first she couldn’t get the scholarship to study in the university so she had to drop out after high school, then all the money she worked went into fending for the family because both her mom and step dad had low income jobs and always ask her for money which she couldn’t say no to.
“Good day sir, you called me,”
Arielle said when she entered the director's office, he looked up at her and smiled, she hated how he looked at her, it always made her cringe in fear.
“Hon, sit down,”
He said and she did that after hesitating for a brief moment, she didn’t like that he was addressing her as ‘hon’ it would have meant nothing but the vibe he has been giving for the last few weeks left room for her to be suspicious of his motives, she just hopes it wasn’t what she was fearing that it was, the same reason she has been fired a couple times, the real reason. One thing Arielle was scared of was her beauty, she didn’t see it as a strength rather it was a flaw for her which is why she did her best to tone it down as much as she could, she never wears make up neither does she make her hair, not that she had any spare money for that but even if she did have she still won’t do it, because she didn’t like the attention that her physical features brought to her. She was beautiful and she has always been aware of that, she got everything from her mom, in her early days before her mom had her, she had been a beauty queen and she still curses at Arielle for being the reason she lost her body, and lost her career, and had tried to persuade her to make up for it by going into modeling but Arielle didn’t want anything to do with the spotlight, she didn’t have a great life right now but she was working towards it and would do everything except being on the spotlight.
“Why are you frowning? You have a beautiful face made for smiling, you should be smiling,” Her boss said bringing her out of her thoughts, she forced a smile as he got off his seat and walked toward her, oh no! She thought as he sat close to her, she hated the smile on his face.
“Sir,”
She voiced and he smiled again as he reached for her hand, she flinched and stood up.
“Why are you acting like an innocent virgin? Come on, I just touched your hands not undress you, even though I will very much like that, how about we go out together and have a drink and you know, anything can happen after that,”
The disgusting man said it as if it was nothing and the most natural thing to say.
“Excuse me sir, but that’s inappropriate,”
She voiced knowing there will be consequences, there always have been consequences of rejecting a boss or a supervisor, it was all not new to her but she really wanted to keep this job and hope he was one to accept rejection without resulting to crazy moves, there was no way she was going to go out with her boss, someone she knew already has a family.
“What’s inappropriate Arielle? You are an adult, I am one too, you should know you will get this from me when you have been shamelessly flirting with me and showing off your sinful body since you started working here,”
He said as he stood up and walked toward her, she couldn’t believe he was saying all these, she didn’t even know how to flirt, wasn’t even interested in him, and has never shown any interest yet he was blaming her.
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