My wicked mother

Molly's POV

"Yes, baby. Of course, I took the documents... I know, but marrying him is part of our plan. "

I brought a cup of iced American coffee and walked to this sexy blonde girl in a miniskirt which just wrapped her ass. She was looking out the window and said to the other end of the phone.

"If I do this, I am entitled to his money. Baby, I love you too. "

I leaned over to put the coffee on the table in front of her, but she looked back abruptly. Her long curly hair caught the coffee cup in the plate and then the coffee fell on the ground and spilled all over the floor.

Everyone in the shop looked in my direction.

She stared at me fiercely and said sweetly to the person on the phone: "Baby, Leon is coming to pick me up soon, I’ll call you later."

She threw the phone on the table angrily and yelled at me, "What are you doing! " She was an angel just now, and now she looked like a demon with teeth and claws.

I said in injured tones: "I'm sorry. I'll make another cup for you right away." I hurriedly bent down and picked up the coffee cup with tears in my eyes. I had been working for 10 days in a row. Jim, the manager of the cafe, who was forty-five years old, treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job. Thank god, he never hit on me. Although I was a female, I just wasn't his type and was too unattractive to even be bothered with. Yesterday he asked me again: "You have to work a double today. Tisha is sick. I need you to fill in." He liked this always.

I had this terrible day in hell but, obeying Jim's command without complaint, because I needed a salary to pay the rent. And I can't find other better jobs. Yesterday, I worked overtime until 2:00 am. When I arrived at the store at 8 o'clock this morning, I felt very tired and fainted. Jim didn't care about this at all, he only cared about customers.

She folded her hands on her chest and said mockingly: "Sorry？I'm not finished with you yet！

! Look at my shoes, do you know how much? You can't afford those on your year's salary!"

I saw her high heels, which were longer and thinner than chopsticks, were stained with coffee. I have never worn high heels that sparkled like this. My face felt hot.

I heard Jim’s growl behind me: "Oh, how many times have I told you, don't be so clumsy!"

Then he looked at the girl with a flat face, and looked at her deep cleavage with his eyes from time to time. "Miss, I'm sorry, I'll make you another cup!"

The girl glanced at him contemptuously.

"I didn't spill it! I quit!" I said this impulsively while looking at his nasty look.

He stared angrily: "You, you..."

At this time,a tall man in a suit opened the door and walked over here. He was very handsome with grey almond eyes, a noble nose, perfectly structured face, and small lips. His hair was pitch black and styled neatly on his head. His shoulders curved from his sharp suit, and his stubble beard was neatly trimmed on his face. He was the definition of 'perfectly handsome'.