The annoying rude jerk

Sheila's POV

"Are you still here, Sheila? What's wrong with you? If you weren't feeling well today, why did you come to work? You are making the other girls do your job!" Diana shouted angrily at me, snapping me back to reality.

I didn't even realize how long I had spent in the resting room.

"Sorry," I mumbled and quickly fixed my face. Even though I wanted to stay with my mother at the hospital today because I didn't feel like coming to work, I had no choice but to show up because my job was all I had at the moment.

I stared at the engagement ring Alan had given me one last time before flushing it down the toilet. Good riddance to bad rubbish!

I left the restroom and headed over to Table five to take their orders, but another waitress was already attending to them. Feeling relieved, I started to head back to the kitchen when I was asked to take Table Seven's order.

Why couldn't I just get a break, and have a moment to myself?

Switching into my professional work etiquettes, I pushed aside my pain and hurt and approached the customer seated at Table Seven.

“Good morning, Sir, welcome to Ritz Breakfast Cafe. What can I get for you?”

The man was so engrossed with his phone and didn't respond. Thinking he might not have heard me the first time, I raised my voice,

“Good morning, Sir. Are you ready to order, or should I come back later?”

He still didn't acknowledge me and continued scrolling through his phone as if I wasn't even there.

Taking a long deep breath, I still maintained a professional demeanor and pressed,

“If you need more time to decide, that's perfectly alright. I'll come back in a few minutes to check on you. Feel free to ask if you have any questions about the menu.”

As I turned to leave, he spoke in a casual tone, “A cup of black coffee, no sugar and cream.”

Turning back to him, I noticed he still didn't look up from his phone.

So he actually did hear me, but chose to initially ignore me. Rich men and their rude attitudes!

He had this perfectly tailored, black suit on, like he just stepped out of a fashion shoot and a sharp, chiseled jawline like a male model. He was really handsome, I must admit and he carried himself with this confident grace, like he owned the place and yet, had a really rude and arrogant attitude.

I managed a fake smile and went to get his order ready.

Few minutes later, his order was ready, and just as I was about to bring it to him, an idea popped into my head.

Wanting to vent my anger and frustration on him for being rude to me, I deliberately messed up his order by adding two cubes of sugar and cream to his black coffee.

“Here's your coffee, Sir,” I said, placing it on the table before leaving, feeling a mischievous sense of satisfaction.

I stood at a corner observing the man's face. He didn't even look at the coffee and directly took a sip. Immediately, he spat the coffee and frowned, mumbling some angry words. I tried so hard to hide my laughter when I saw how red and angry his face looked. That served him right for acting so rude.

I got busy and started serving other customers as my mood lightened up a bit. After a few minutes, I was suddenly summoned by Jake.

After making sure I had served the last customer I was attending to, I headed to Jake's office.

“You wanted to see me, Jake?” I asked as soon as I got to his office.

“Yes, here,” he said and handed me a letter. I collected the letter and when I opened it, I gasped.

“You're firing me? Why? What did I do? I told you I was sorry for coming to work late today. I swear it will never happen again? Please Jake, this job is all I've got right now,” I begged.

“This has nothing to do with your lateness, Sheila. I don't know what has been going on with you since you got here today, but all I can tell you is that you messed with the wrong person. You should have been more careful when serving customers. You are to leave the Cafe immediately.”

It finally dawned on me that I was getting fired for ruining the rich man's order. My foolish, silly, harmless prank had cost me my job!

I walked out of Jake’s office and decided to search for the customer to apologize and plead with him to tell Jake to give me back my job, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

This job was all I had and now it is gone! I stood outside, confused on what to do with my life. What sort of a bad day was this? First, I found out Alan was cheating on me, and now, I got fired. Could this day get any worse?

Just as I was thinking of the next step to take, a message notification popped on my phone.

“COME HOME IMMEDIATELY AFTER WORK!”

Chills ran down my spine when I saw who had sent the message; it was my father. Phoebe must have told him about Alan and knowing the kind of person Phoebe was, she must have said horrible things about me and how I slapped her.

My father was one of the few people I feared most in my life. He rarely spoke to me, but his demeanor and attitude always reflected how much he hated me and wished I wasn't in his life. I felt like I was that one mistake he would choose to erase from this world if given the opportunity to do so.

I just hated this day!