Chapter #6

I need to talk to Paul before biddy kick me out of the house and I have no choice but live on the street. I shake off the worst thoughts and drove to the bakery.

And the next thing, I know I was sitting in the paul's match box size office. In the cramped space I was feeling suffocating.At eye level, a group of papers, a stack of waiter pads, and a portable USB mic and above them lie some older papers and notes. Post-It notes line the walls to the right, and to the left nothing. There is a small desk at seat level that squeezes inside the reformed closet doors, and on it lie a phone, two monitors, and a cup of pens. Various knickknacks cover the desk, but its appearance is not clean.

I heard the door open from behind and he was as expected Paul. He entered the office and I find a switch in his facial expressions when he looks down at me.

" Good morning, Miss Stassie how come you came so early," he asked me in his nonchalant way.

" Mr, Paul I need to talk to you about something very important." I said and he takes of his coat and hang it on the top of the clothing rack next to the door and he makes his way to the other side of the desk. He settled down on his rotating chair.

" What do you want to talk about?"

" I need my salary right now. I need to pay the my four month rent or my landlord will kick me out of the house."

" Miss stassie, I am understanding your situation but you know the business is drowning in debt and I can't afford to run this place, and paying each of you would take time,"

" You don't understand Paul, I am asking you for my right for which you are constantly making excuses and I am not going take this as an other excuse. I need my money right now."

" Calm down, I will do something but at least give me a little time. I will arrange something for you."

As much as, I don't believe on his empty words I don't have another choice but wait.

" You have only this evening and then I won't wait Paul," I said raising from my seat and stormed out of the room.

I straight went to the back kitchen and found Jared was only working. He greeted me with a huge smile.

" Good morning, Jared. Where is Robin?" I ask him and I took off my trench coat and hang it on the clothing rack and took, the apron, tieing it the back. Jared answered me by saying, " She still haven't not arrived and Do you remember we need to deliver this wedding cake today,"

" Yes, I do remember but first I need to make a call to Robin."

Jared nodded his head and he resumed his work. I, on the other side took the mobile and dialed Robin number. She picked my call and said," Stas, I am on my way to bakery. I'll be there in five minutes,"

" Okay, got it and I am waiting for you,"

I hung up the call and still worried about what is going to happen? but worrying doesn't help me with my problems. I shake off all the thoughts and focus on getting the job done. Which is assembling the cake. I sigh heavily and

I begin, assembling the cake for it to be deliver.

I was just giving it the final touches when Robin entered from the back door, with a loud grunt.

" What happened to you?"

" Ugh, don't ask me I hate newyork traffic." She said.

" Oh, I thought, I am the only one who is having a pretty shitty day,"

" What happened to you? you doesn't look alright." she ask me and I don't know if she knows or not but I am in the chaos or just the chaos interested in my life.Living in a bad dream, trapped in my own mind

The worst mess I am hopelessly trying to clean up is the one I have inside.

So among all the wars I have to battle

I wish I could’ve won the one between myself and I …

And for the next hour, I have told everything what happened to me in the morning.

Robin is getting so much angrier on Paul like she is about to murder him.

" I swear, I will kill that motherfucker. Why can't you see it? He is just taking advantage of you."

" Look, I am already stressed out from this whole Ed situation and now this. My brain isn't working. I can't quit this job."

" Fine! don't quit this job and work free for that bastard," she said and stromed out of the bakery without listening to me.