Fired

I didn't like the heels that were part of the uniform here, but I can't exactly complain to my boss about it, can I?

"May I take your order?" I asked, holding my pen and notebook.

"A plate of waffles for this little princess here" a lady ordered. I smiled at her cute daughter who looks around 4 or 5 years old.

"Is that all, ma'am?" I asked.

"Can you please give me a glass of wine right now?"

"Sure," I replied, returning to the kitchen to fill a glass of red wine before going back to the table. However, on the way, a mischievous boy stuck his leg out, causing me to stumble on my heels. The wine in the glass I was carrying spilled out, and I let out a small screech.

In horror, I looked up to see a young man glaring at me, red wine spilled all over his expensive-looking suit. His tablemates, who were all dressed similarly in expensive suits and watches, had a horrified expression on their faces. Uh-Oh! The young man got out of his chair and, damn, he's tall. I can barely reach his chest, which is already terrifying.

"Watch where you are going" the young man spat out, his fist clenched.

"I'm so sorry sir, I'll clean up the shirt for you" I apologized quickly. People around us started staring at our little commotion and I wasn't comfortable with the attention.

"Call your manager" he gritted out.

"But sir, I can-"

"I don't want to speak with you. Call your manager," he said loudly, and I took a step back, a little intimidated by his authoritative tone. My gaze falls to the floor, and I nod, my hands trembling slightly.

I waited near the corner, nervously biting my nails, while my manager spoke with that man. I'm still not sure why he's making such a big deal about it. I apologized several times to him and even offered to clean his shirt. It's not as if I did it on purpose. But he isn't even willing to listen to me. What a jerk.

After ten minutes, my manager returned back. "So?" I asked, crossing my fingers tightly.

"I'm sorry, you're fired," he said and my mouth opened in shock. F-Fired?

"What-Why?" I spluttered out still in shock. Just because I spilled wine on him, accidentally mind that, I'm fired?

"He asked me to fire you for your substandard behavior"

"It was a mistake. I apologized to him"

"I did my best to convince him. But…" he shrugged his shoulder.

"Please don't fire me. I will be extra careful next time" I begged. It wasn't easy to get a job in New York and when I got it, I'm fired? Fate must really hate me.

"He is a regular customer with a lot of clouts. I don't want to jeopardize my business because of you if he finds out I disobeyed him. He's not very good in these matters," my manager said.

"B-But, please-"

"Please leave. I'll settle your salary right now" he said and left. I let out a sigh in disbelief.

My perplexity quickly turned to rage as I received pity looks from my coworkers. I was fuming with rage by the time I changed back into my regular clothes. I couldn't believe that I lost my job for such a small accident. What the hell!

I went up to that young man, still enraged even after my payment was settled. As soon as I got close to him, he looked up at me. Anyway, I got fired, so I might as well give him a piece of my mind.

"Thank you so much for getting me fired. I really appreciate it" I said to him sarcastically. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"You deserve it. Your silly mistakes can ruin this restaurant's reputation" he said shrugging his shoulders.

"Deserve?" I said in astonishment. "Listen here asshole, I said it was an accident. But it appears that your thick-headed brain does not comprehend."

"Mind your language miss," he said, a vein on his temple bulging out. "I can make you regret saying those words to me. You don't know whom you're dealing with"

"I don't have to know you to know you are an asshole," I said, and I did something that I know would later regret. I snatched a bowl of pasta from his table and threw it on his head. Everyone was staring at me in horror, and that man had his eyes closed and his fist clenched. I threw the bowl on the table and dashed out of the restaurant before he could do anything to me.

I kept running, and it wasn't until I was a good distance away from the restaurant that I slowed down and began laughing. Oh my God! When the hell did I become so ferocious? I couldn't believe I'd done it. It was an unfamiliar action for me, but it made me happy. And I don't regret it at all.

***

"Oh my god" Scarlet started laughing so hard as soon as I finished telling today's incident.

"Oh, I wish I was there to see that," she said, still laughing.

"I kinda feel bad for him," I said, chuckling.

"Well, he deserved it. You lost your job because of him," she said, huffing. I nodded my head, agreeing with her.

"Now put your worries aside and eat your food. I see you haven't eaten anything since getting home from work." She said this as she handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and toasted bread. My stomach grumbled, and I dug in with a toothy grin.

(Two days later)

"Karrie," I heard the distant voice of Scarlet from afar which made me turn around. I waited for her to catch up before walking towards the last class we have for the day.

"Did you hear about the club party that Queen Bee is hosting tonight?" She asked me while catching her breath.

"You mean Queen Bee as in Melissa? Yeah, I did, what about that?" I asked her having a slight idea of where this conversation was heading.

"Aren't you coming?" She asked me with hope evident in her eyes.

"Umm... No, I guess I'll pass." I replied with little interest.

"But why? Aren't you interested in coming? I know you haven't been to a club before. So this is the chance, Karrie." I made a face that clearly showed my reluctance.

"Look, I know what you're afraid of but I promise you it won't happen. You're safe, trust me," she said with determination in her eyes.

"But-"

"You're coming. Period" she said before leaving me dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway.

Huh? What have I gotten myself into now?

I had no plan to meet the love of my life on the worst day