Without thinking you scrape your stuff together and throw yourself headlong into a cleaning cupboard, swift as lightning just before the door opens.
You hear someone enter, then Helena's voice.
”Funny, I could swear I heard someone in here.” she says.
Your pants are still down and you can't risk pulling them up since the noise could give away your position. And the crammed cupboard barely gives you enough room to move.
Luckily, your mobile phone was the last thing you grabbed before you bolted into the cupboard and you manage to turn it into silent mode. For some reason, there's a narrow window on the cupboard door. Just big enough for you to peek out through.
Helena is not alone. A burly middle aged man follows her inside and closes the door behind him. That man is none other than Big Roy himself, the owner of the restaurant chain. You've only met him a few times during your four years under his employment. But enough times to understand that he's a major douchebag, and a creepy one too.
He's basicly a middle aged jock, muscular, thick neck, Superman-chin and beady eyes. Though he's developed a big beer gut lately and his crew cut hair is getting thinner.
He looks angry and Helena looks nervous in his presence.
”So, what gives us the honour of your visit?” she asks and laughs nervously.
The usual bossy bitch-intonation in her voice is completely gone.
”Cut the bullshit, you know why I'm here! Why aren't you making enough money?” Roy barks while taking a step closer to your boss.
”But, Roy... I'm doing my best, it's hard with this location and everyone's asking for organic food but we're not selling any, and...please Roy, don't be mad!”
Inside the cupboard you muse. You've never seen your boss so timid. Sure, Roy is acting like a total asshole, but Helena unsteady voice is like music to your ears.
”That's MISTER Roy to you! Listen, I started off with two empty hands”, Roy says, demonstratively lifting his huge gnarly paws. Helena flinches.
”... And now I have 15 restaurants, two swimmingpools and a 19 year old wife from Petersburg, Russia! Do you think I got all that just by standing stuttering like a little girl? Now, to establish the chain of command around here: Where's. My Fucking Money Bitch!?"
”I... Mr Roy, I don't have it... sir”, Helena whimpers.
Roy shakes his head.
”I should have known better than to hire a woman to do a man's job. You know, I only hired you because I thought your huge tits would draw customers. That was obviously a miscalculation, pack your things bitch, you're fired! I'll make sure you'll never work in this business again.”
You can see the desperation in Helena's eyes.
”No, b.. but please, sir! This is all I got, I'll loose my car and my house! I'll do anything!”
Roy gets a sinister smile across his face.
”Anything huh?”
Inside the cupboard you feel your palms getting sweaty. |