"Y-y-yes sir" I wouldn't be surprised if she peed herself, I know I would.
"Pack your bags and leave, no one disrespects my family and works under me. You're fired."
Works under me?
"Sir, n-no, I-I didn't know"
"Even if you didn't, you shouldn't have treated anybody like you did, you shouldn't just respect someone because they are rich or famous, but how would you know?... You're one of those 'better' ones that I just listed."
Damn!! Roasted!!
I can smell burnt plastic. That's rude, I should just.....Shh.
"Si-" she tried to explain but he didn't let her.
"You have 30 seconds to take your stuff and take your pathetic presence out of here" Kezr said looking at his watch.
"Sir, pl-" She begin pleading but he didn't give her time.
"25 seconds" he said looking at her calmly.
She now had tears running down her beautiful face and I felt really bad.
"Kezr, love, just... Let's just go" I said and the girl looked at me and nodded her head.
Kezr's jaw ticked and he looked at me with a glare but then the glare softened.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Stay quiet and I'll wear matching outfits for a week"
My eyes widened and I gasped. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow.
I immediately nodded knowing the girl wasn't worth leaving the offer for.
He smirked and turned around glaring at her. He looked at his watch, "15..... You don't wanna know what I'll do when the time's up"
The girl hurriedly left for the staff room in the back and left without uttering a single word.
We left after that not before Kezr kissed me hungrily in the shop with an audience.
After the whole fiasco in the shop, we're now in the car with Kezr driving and me fiddling with my fingers not able to settle down the pain in my chest.
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