Becky’s POV “Hey! Take it easy,” Linda said. “What is the rush?” “Sorry I… I… I was going somewhere,” I stammered.“Everything alright?” She asked suspiciously.“Yes, fine,” I snapped impatiently.“Phil came to take Anna upstairs, he said you were ill, but you were fine at dinner, so what caused the sudden illness?”I had to control myself not to scream at her.“I have to go,” I said and pushed past her. I ran out of the compound and into the street. It was as if I was being chased after by my feelings, and I was eager to get away from them.I was hurt, angry, confused and tired. The streets were almost deserted. So it was easy to run through them. I could make out a few people standing in their garden and I knew they would be wondering what was chasing me. It seemed like I had run for hours before I became exhausted. I looked around for a place to rest and saw a large tree to my left. I went over and sat under it, leaning my back on the trunk. My legs were tired and sore. I would g
Becky's POV I tried to pull myself together. “Where is mom?” I asked quietly.“She went shopping,” Wendy said nervously.“Guess I better get going,” The blonde girl said. “See you at school tomorrow, Wendy.” I watched her go, wishing I was as cheerful as she.“Your friend?” I asked Wendy, for want of something to say.“Yeah, we go to school together. She was just here to assist me with my assignment,” she said awkwardly.“I remember it used to be me doing it for you,” I said softly. “May I enter?” “Sure!” Wendy stood back and I went in.The living room was just as I remembered it. It felt bittersweet being in my childhood home.“Becca, I know you are mad, but I can explain,” Wendy began, sitting beside me. “Mom asked me not to tell you that we hadn’t moved, so you won’t think of moving back in. I know it was wrong, but I agreed because I didn’t want to hurt you. Please don’t be mad.”“I am not mad at you. I just want to know why you guys didn’t move away.”“I don’t know exactly. Mom
Becky’s POV “Table fifteen needs attention, Becky, be quick about it.” Ben, the head waiter, said impatiently.“On it,” I answered.I hurried over to take the order of the four men sitting at the table.“Gin and tonic all round,” a short bearded man ordered, for his companions and himself, “be quick about it.”“Yes sir.”I hurried over to the bar to get their order.“Becky, table eleven is waiting?” Ben rolled his eyes, “be quick about it.”Be quick about it. That’s all I seem to keep hearing.I’m not a robot, damn it!“I will be with them in a minute.l,” I said, biting back the curse I was about to utter.Keep calm, you need this job, I told myself.I was on day three of the job as a waitress in the Billionaire Club, an exclusive club catering to Rhode Island's wealthiest people, and the job was still hard, but Mr. Davis had warned me.And how right he was! There were ten staff members and a head waiter, with a supervisor to keep us in check. Each person was assigned to five tables.
Becky's POV“Are you okay?” I turned. It was Jenny. She put her arm around my shoulders.I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, glad that she had come.“It will soon be over,” she assured me.Finally, my father’s coffin was lowered onto the ground. I could hear my mom and Wendy crying. My tears fell softly. As the coffin was covered up, I cried.…… Next Friday….Then, by next Friday afternoon, I was still upset but slowly coming to terms with my loss. I was in my room on my phone, looking at colleges I could apply to, when I heard my mom driving in. She had been to see my dad’s lawyer to discuss his estate. I heard her come in and went to welcome her.“Welcome back mom, how did it go?” I asked.“Where is Wendy?” she enquired, ignoring my question.“Next door with a friend. What’s wrong, mom? What did the lawyer say?” I asked, worried by her tensed expression.“Later,” she said, and went into the kitchen.I had a foreboding: very bad news was coming my way.And I was right. After din
Becky’s POV I could not help the tears streaming from my eyes down to my cheeks, as I walked into Jennifer's home.“Are you kidding me!” Jenny exclaimed when I told her I had been fired.“You mean you threw away a high-paying job just because you couldn’t control your temper? What’s wrong with you, Rebecca?”“He called my dad lazy.”“So? If your dad was so great, you would not need this job.”I had been slumped in her chair, now I jumped up instantly, facing her, “what did you say?” I demanded.“You heard me,” she shot back. “You need to face it, your dad should have done better.”Her words hurt, but I knew they were true. I sat down on her bed and buried my face in my hands.“I am sorry,” she sat beside me. “I shouldn’t have said that.”“No, you're right, I am an idiot. I’ve lost a job I badly needed. Now I am in a jam. What do I do?”“It’s going to be okay. Maybe I can convince my parents to let you move in.”I smiled a little. “You know it’ll be a waste of time.”“I can try.”“Tha
Phillip’s POV I felt bad about getting her fired, I had truly behaved like an ass and her response had been justified. After she had left, the supervisor bent over backwards to make sure I wasn’t mad at her behavior.“Please forgive this insult, Mr. Dale,” he said, a little panicked. He was worried I would report to the manager and he would lose his job. “I promise it won’t ever happen again. I don’t know how she was hired, but please rest assured I will make sure you never encounter such ill-mannered staff here ever again.”“You shouldn’t have fired her like that. I already told you it was nothing, just a slight misunderstanding,” I insisted.“But she insulted you sir, that’s unacceptable.”“And I have overlooked it. Please give her another chance.”He stared at me as if wondering if I were drunk.“I am happy you can overlook the incident, sir, but she can not work here again. She went against our policy. It would set a bad precedent if she was allowed back, sir.”I gave up the ar
Phillip’s POV “Another delay? Why?” I demanded angrily. “This is the third time this has happened. If you don’t want us to have the goods, then give us back our money. We will go elsewhere!” “I’m sorry, Mr. Dale I really am,” the representative of the chemical company apologized hastily. “But it is not our fault.”“Stop making excuses for your incompetence! If you’re not ready to do business, then tell me!”“But Mr. Dale, you sent an email at the last minute asking us to make some changes. I told you it would cause a delay, and you said you wouldn’t mind.”I tried not to shout.“I don’t understand you. I want the shipment here by Monday, or the deal is off.” I hung up.What does he mean? What last minute changes? I had negotiated this deal three weeks ago and the shipment was supposed to have been delivered ten days ago. I had deadlines to meet, the delayed shipment meant missed deadlines and angry customers. Dale Enterprises won’t remain the biggest conglomerate in the country if
Becky's POV I couldn’t believe my prospective employer was Phillip Dale, the Adonis who had gotten me fired. Seeing him, I thought I would be angry, but all I was imagining was his lips on mine.And his apology surprised and pleased me.Maybe he wasn’t such an ass after all. I thought. I was contemplating forgiving him till he said,“You should have controlled your temper though, when dealing with customers you have to be polite no matter the provocation.”I was wrong. You are still an ass.Then he talked about my not having a college degree as if it were a crime.But despite my dislike of him, I couldn’t help the way my heart beat by merely looking at him. He was handsome and I was already falling for him. "Behave yourself Rebecca, he doesn’t notice you," I told myself.Throughout the interview he treated me as if he were doing me a favor talking to him, like I was too socially inferior to him and it annoyed me.But I needed the job, and luckily I had been able to persuade him to g