My One Night Alone with The Boss

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doing nothing. So, I picked up my bed covers that had been swung across the bedroom. My mental state was on ed

the first place was that if I moved here, I would have

I need someone to allow me to prove my abilities. So, no matter how hard it was, I got up e

th a different unfamiliar r phone number. That had never occurred to me before, and it left a very uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my sto

is was t just any day. No, it was the day of my first interview for a job in months! I couldn't afford to be late. I quickly began to get

used and looked in the bathroom mirror before br shing my teeth. I felt a little proud of myself

sluggish and drained on the inside, at least I looked pleasant and well-rested on the outsid

nerves; I'm a jittery mess. Let me get my mind in the ga

I wanted my ex back but because I thought he would apologize. But the man is evil to do his to a woman. I tried to push away the d

my feet into five-i ch black pumps. As I picked up my keys, the s

it in the wastebasket. But, then, shaking my head, 'That's don

coffee and my favorite pecan cinnamon roll.

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mitri-a friendly man who greets all his customers with a welcoming smile. Since I was new to the city, I found solace in coming here and listening to the people who came in and interacted with the owner as they placed their orders. I immediately noticed that someone new had ente

want to know this young lady. But that seemed impossible because following behind her was a man. The two of them sat at the table right in front of mine

t for her appearance at the same cafe I have frequented since moving here to New York. She sits

such an immediate effect on a man. It didn't matter anyway; I'm sure I'd never get to meet and talk to her; the girl was already with someone else. Man, I'm losing it. It's got to be the

ed the café. My eyes, on their own accord, narrowed,, focusing on her tiny waistline and round hips. Today she's wearing a fitted swear dress that encases her delicious-looking body and

e weeks passed, I noticed that her beautiful smile began to disappear. But she was still with the guy, so I continued

as if she was waiting or anticipating someone to show up. But after a few minutes, she stood and walked to the restroom. My ey

ull of customers by this time. That's when a pleasant morning turned into something more sinister. I lo

re is she?!" A furious man came

Sweet moments cafe had resided in this Manhattan neighborhood for many years. But coming face to face with a crime,

r! Now!" He commanded, shouting. Everyone

elderly Italian owner whose eyes expanded.

nman pointed the gun a

't know who you are talking about." Mr. Dimitri couldn't see anything, but the

o pray that the young lady di

he man said, agitated, shaking the weapon in Mr. Dimitri's face as the customers and em

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I thought it best to call the cops while all the fuss was happening. That way, I couldn't be hea

afe in Manhattan is being robbed. Ca

ss, where

only hear vaguely what's going on. I don't wa

hang up. Re

, pleas

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ler than the would-be robber. I was

e man's attention. No one didn't want

money? You tell me the amount, and I will give it to you.

? Or do you have a death wish? Because neither one of them matter to

one g

n't see the girl you're looking for if you go to jail. She must mean a lot to you. I tell you what, if this is

business card to him. "How do

afe. " I'm going to find her! And when I do!" He

é in minutes didn't have one single customer left. Shortly after, you could hear the cops' sirens as they pulled up

d." Mr. Dimitri knew who that young lady was

n your feet." Mr. Dimitri tells

the gunman down and con

. Dimitri and the employees

he restroom. So, out of concern for her, I we

re you i