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ly sleep, I kept turning restlessly on the bed. I thought of everything that happened between Zayden and I. It was all his fault to begin with, how dare he talk to me that way!? His fault or not, it was me who was going to bear the brunt of everything that happened. The next morning, I woke up pretty early as always. I was dressed in my red shirt and black pants. I picked up my small purse and I headed out of the house. On my way to work, I could sense some people stealing glances at me. If what I'm actually thinking is true then I'm doomed for sure. I got to the restaurant and surprisingly, my manager was waiting at the front. When she saw me, she glared at me harshly. I felt cold sweat trickle down my back and I gulped."Good morning ma'am" I greeted respectfully and politely, I was about to take a step inside the restaurant when she stopped me."Stop right there Ivory!" She said spitefully. I was about asking what I had done wrong when she slapped me harshly, my face stung and I almost began crying."Do you know what you've fuckin done!!? You've brought my prestigious restaurant to the mud!" She yelled, gaining the attention of passers-by. My eyes stung, I had dreaded this turn of events but no amount of preparation could make me handle it."You're fired Ivory Thompson, get the hell out of here before I call the cops" she said spitefully, the looks in her eyes clearly said she wanted to strangle me. I quickly ran out of there, I knew her words weren't empty threats, she might actually call the cops. I ran to my apartment and I began crying my eyes out. I felt confused, lost and helpless. How on earth was I going to get the money for the pending bills now? My face and the sin I had committed was all over the internet, I'm certain no one would employ me now. Thankfully, Karen was at school and so I could peacefully cry my eyes out, I didn't want Karen to see me in this condition. Hours passed and I reluctantly readied myself to head for the club where I worked. I got there after 20 minutes of trekking. I had only set one foot into the club when the manager there dragged me out by pulling my hair harshly."W