My One Night Alone with The Boss

the locked one. I was standing on top of the toilet in my high h

red me it was safe to come out. He heard my shaky v

it's safe to open t

e man's yellow paisley tie and matching handkerchief and tha

ou okay

eautiful young lady who couldn't o

my hands up and down my arms a

ay. He's

ut him, the cafe owner, and the cops. I wasn't listening or grasping what he was saying. He tells me again. "It's o

police that you

e out of the

he g

rra

high cheekbones, and mouth, and the lipstick

is broad shoulders. He sat me down at on

pened her

blue jeans, a bomber jacket, a black mask, and waving a handgun. He didn't rob anyone. He only pointed the gun at me briefly

e cops and then explained that he had a crucial meeti

xtensively while making a detailed report of what I h

t, volatile relationship?" Do you kno

don't know who the man could have been. As I said, I

requent t

to New York, and I haven't

look out the window, and see the man who assisted me from the restr

all? I'll be fine. I have a job inter

a'am, be

, I w

ill have cops on patrol in the area today and tomorrow so y

he nice young lady here a ride to her interview? She

y tracks when I heard what Mr. Dimitri req

n take you to you

urning around and giving

day, sir." The

attan at VW International. My brain kept telling me to let it go and focus

ng at the number carefully. The voice I heard o

, Sinc

s from the pain I instantly felt hearing his voice. But my pride wouldn't allow it. I was pressing my coat sleeves to her eyes b

llo

Have you found a job yet? Because

pression blank. It took all the strength I had withi

t a bad time. I'm busy ri

? Look, you owe me! You lived off

you right now. I got to go." C

officer decided to inquire, noticin

, just a little nervou

ate properly on my job interview. Realizing what was happening caused

ing for an explanation. But really, is there one? No, the sane will never be able to compre

ground. Now a phone call comes inquiring about my actions and well-being. I shook my head, trying to free myself of thos

ter, I struggled to survive. The officer recognized t

u alright?" He a

cerned look behind his thi

but thanks for asking. It's my f

d myself lying to a police officer. I was jobless, broke, hungry, and on the verge of being homeless. How

n, 'How did I allow myself

ong, and cheerful again. But, instead, my mind and h

get this job?' I asked myself,

ida, that my life would have turned out like this, I wouldn't have believed it. I was a dr

faces if I told them the marriage was a fraud

s. And once I convinced them my career would be a priority, my mother blessed me. But little does my family know, i

in front of one of the tall office

k into the building repeatedly. "If I make it here in New York, I c