Chapter 12

Chapter 12 .............

Regan pov:-

"Regan, come to my cabin this instant" was the words that came out of my boss Liam. When he left, that big rich pants looked a lot more frustrated than before.

Without wasting any time, I made my way towards his cabin and knocked twice.

"Come in"

He calls out in a squeaky tone. I entered his cabin to find him against the window, looking out in the dark of night, his face half-covered in the shadow, making him scary.

"Please have a seat," he told me.

I took my seat in one of the red leather seats opposite his and folded my hand on my lap.

"What is it, Liam? What did he say?" I asked him in a bratty tone, to which he just got a bit more frustrated? I saw his shoulders getting tensed, and I knew that very moment that the news, which he was about to give me is not very pleasing for me.

"You are fired, Regan," he said.

His word came out like he was in pain. My jaw dropped at his answer, "I think I heard you wrong! Ha-ha, maybe I am making things up. Did you just say that I am fired?". I giggled.

"No, you heard right Regan, I did say you are fired. You can collect your belongings and leave the bar within a half-hour I will pay off your salary or whatever you earn till now to you right now," he replied.

My jaw dropped. "WHAT," I shouted, getting up from my seat. "What do you mean I'm fired? I haven't done anything wrong. Why am I the one getting fired? If you may give me a reason Liam. I'm your most hardworking employee. You say this yourself. Then why are you taking my job away from me? You know I want this job ". I told, my tone breaking at the end of my sentence.

"I know Regan you're my best employee, but I don't have any other option either it's you getting fired or this bar getting shut down and over 100 employees become jobless."

"But why," I asked back, "Regan you saw that guy which you were serving he is one of the biggest businessmen in this world and his complaint made me take this step. I am sorry and I know that you want this job more than anyone. But Regan, try and understand me too, it's out of my hands. You should never have spoken to him like that," that excuse Liam gave fuelled my anger more than patrol on fire with his every word.

"You know if he says something bad about this bar then the impact on our business would be dire. I am a small man Regan, I would not be able to take the hit he can give to our business so I'm sorry to say this but you have to go," he completed his excuse leaving no chance for me to argue anymore.

I walked out of his cabin, slamming the door behind me. That Idiot took my only job away. What am I going to do now? I came out of the bar seeing that rich bastard making his way to his car with his friend.

"Hi, you idiot rich pants,"

I shouted, getting his attention. He turned around, giving me a lopsided grin. "Oh, it's the bartender girl. What happened? Why are you sad? Have you lost your job or something," his grin changed to a smirk with his words?

I was shaking with anger, so I did what I should have done a long time ago I slapped him right on his face. "You freaking bastard, you must have won this one battle, but you don't even know who you are dealing with. It will be the worst nightmare you can ever have. Be prepared because I will burn you to ash faster than you can say sabotage," I said, snapping my fingers in front of his face in a challenging way and giving his friend a look of disgust.

I turned around, preparing myself for a long journey back to my apartment. I miss Shaw so much right now. I forget how she would have made me laugh with her little party dance. She was gone to enjoy her life with her parents, and here I am, left with no job. I closed my apartment door that once was my parents' house.

I never tell anybody, but my parents died when I was sixteen, it was their anniversary. They were on their way back my dad lost control on an icy road, and their car broke the side barer crashing into a tree my both parents died on the spot, leaving me alone in this world with a huge loan to pay off which I won't be able to pay even if I get another life or maybe two.

I want to cry. Shout, but I can't. I feel my emotions bottled up inside me, leaving me numb to feel anything. I made my way to my bathroom, turned on my shower, stripped off every cloth I wore, and jumped under the hot water.

The shower is the one thing that calms me down because even if I cry in my shower, I don't feel the tears there. Every trace is erased by the warm water leaving nothing behind to remember. I wish I could do the same with my past. I want to remove every trace of my family and pain after their death forever, only keeping the good times in a frame, but I can't.

I let the warm water soothe me for a while, then I made my way out of my shower, wrapping a faded white towel around my body. I made my way to my tiny kitchen, searching for some food. I searched every cupboard but found none of it. Then I opened my refrigerator, exploring it from up and down, finding just a tiny cupcake at the end of it.

Well, just a cupcake and a glass of water will be my dinner tonight. Everything I earn goes to the bank, leaving nothing for me. I have to get a new job. I will work on that tomorrow, but right now, I want some sleep first, I muttered to myself, finishing my small dinner and shutting down the lights, making my way toward my bedroom, calling it a night.