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Rage bubbles insidedouble doors of his office They reach all the way to the high ceiling, and look like you’d have to use all your weight to push theant asshole If you push the doors open he is probably sitting behind a giant desk, orof this building Mr Vanilla, as I like to call him just to piss him off, owns the place I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s lobby Well, I did until about fifteen o I know he’s the reason for ive him a piece of my mind

No way a back to the shelter The coffee shop job barely afforded h money for the pay-by-the-weekat We’ve been there for the past fewat the shelter One ithout a job, and it will force us back there That’s not so I can handle

“Is that asshole boss of yours in there?” I snap at the wo at the desk in front of the double doors

Jerking her head up, she looks at ust Of course he has a perfect-looking assistant sitting outside his office Sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, crystal-blue eyes with thin black-fralasses, and a low-cut top Very low cut She looks like she could do the whole sexy librarian turned seductress thing at any moment Maybe that’s what she does

I can tell from the scrunch of her nose she finds ht both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there My blonde is a brighter shade than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple The dye makes my eyes appear s under the desk, and shoes that probably cost what I make in three months If she stands up, I’ht My black ive me no extra help in that depart herself Total opposites

“I’ to have to ask you to leave,” she squeaks at me in a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard She reaches for her desk phone, I’m sure to call security, because I am after all half naked I’m dressed only in a bra, black pants andthat dipshit downstairs take fifty dollars out of my last check for ain He had the balls, after firing est I drop to my knees and he’d pay for other services if I needed the money so bad When I started to unbuttonwhat he wanted All he got was my shirt and apron thrown at hi onto be a nice black and purple co up in foster care, I learned how to throw a mean punch

Seeing that my time has now become limited, I walk past her and push open both doors

“Cindy I told you—” his words cut off when he looks up and seesas he takes in my attire, or lack thereof Today, like every day, he’s wearing a three-piece suit, which is the saether Even his stupid handsoht, perfect lines Every time he came into the coffee shop I wanted to h his hair and give hi loss there so he didn’t look so perfect The first tiave me a half sar Not even a flavor See Every day he would coehim He was different than the other suits Most either treated ave me a look of distaste

Then one day he came in with a wo Taking a quick glance over my shoulder, I could see the woant in a way I can never i She said to him, “She looks out of place I’ like that” His only response was “I’m sure she would clean up nice if she actually tried” It had been a long time since I’d been hurt by soaan Gone werehim I know I look different I like loss It’sto fit into other people’s molds when I left the foster system I didn’t have to pretend to be anyone but me