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don’t know who my employer is?” My self-control was starting to wear thin.
    “Smart answer... Andy,” he paused for a second as he read my nameplate. “You don’t look like an Andy. Did you steal that nameplate?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in suspicion.
    “No, sir. My father gave me that name since he wanted a son, but he had me instead,” I explained sarcastically. This man is really testing my patience.
    “What is your real name?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with interest.
    I looked at him for a moment before giving him a reply. “It’s what’s written here, Mr. Maxwell. Bold and clear,” I replied bluntly. I also tapped my nameplate twice for emphasis.
    He raised his eyebrow again in surprise. From the way his eyes hardened afterwards, it was obvious he didn’t like my answer. He tilted his head a little as he continued to stare. “Have you always been this invigorating?” he asked, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.
    “I think so,” I replied to humor him.
    “Are you not afraid of losing your job, Ms. Peterson?” he asked, his voice serious and commanding.
    “This isn’t the only job out there for me, Mr. Maxwell. I have other offers,” I said with confidence. That last part was a bluff, though. If he knew how much I needed this job, it would surely fuel his arrogance.
    “In that case, I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem if we no longer need your services,” he stated with finality.
    For a moment, I was caught off guard. I can’t believe the man just fired me (what irked me more was I still found him charming, but I disregarded that notion). “By divine providence, you finally went straight to the point,” I mumbled with tight lips. “You don’t have to be so cunning, Mr. Maxwell. The least you could have done was humiliate me in front these people,” I said sarcastically, gesturing around the room.
    “Would you have preferred to be humiliated, Ms. Peterson?” he asked, again, raising his eyebrow at me in question. I think that was one of his tricks.
    “No. I was just humoring you, Mr. Maxwell. Besides, since I already humiliated you once, I thought a man like you would’ve returned the favor,” I stated with sarcasm as I untied my apron. When it was loose enough, I grabbed hold of it and threw it at him.
    “You don’t have to fire me, Mr. Maxwell. I wouldn’t want to bother you with such trivial matters. To make it easier and simpler, I quit!” I shouted the last two words, making sure my voice was heard throughout the entire room.
    At that moment, the room went silent. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I stared at him with rage. I stood there for a second, savoring his stunned expression. Before he could come up with a reply, I walked away from him and stomped towards the locker room. In my peripheral vision, I saw Terry’s stunned expression and my manager’s shocked face. In fact, everyone’s eyes were on me as I made my exit.
    I quickly changed out of the uniform, stashed it in my locker (or what used to be), and went out through the backdoor. The streets weren’t as busy that night, and only a few people were present as I waited at the bus stop. For a moment, I felt hopeless. What have I done? I can’t believe I’ve done something so reckless. My actions must have been caused by my lack of sleep and extreme stress.
    I stopped pondering over what happened as soon I saw a black car stop in front of me. Afterwards, a man, with dirty blonde hair, got out of the passenger seat. As I eyed his familiar stature, I mentally cursed him with all of the prof ane words I could think of.

Five
     
     
    “What is wrong with you? You don’t have the right to make a scene like that in my restaurant!” William snapped as he walked towards me.
    “Just because you’re the boss does not mean you can just treat me however you want!” I countered just as angrily, jumping up from my seat in the waiting area.
    “I didn’t make a scene when I fired you. You