#Chapter4
shoot me now
Lucille
I arrived at work as Grayson met me, handing me a piece of paper. I took it, confused, and read it. Then my face contorted in confusion.
/"You’re writing me up?/"
/"Yes./"
/"Why?/"
/"Because your attitude is unprofessional. Your work is sloppy. You take too long on tasks. Must I go on?/"
/"No./"
/"Now sign it./"
He handed me a pen. I took the pen and signed the paper, giving both back to him. After that, he gave me a list of tasks to complete before the end of my shift. Afterward, he walked away.
Shoot me now.
Throughout my shift, I worked my ass off. If I got fired, it would piss off my parents. I’ll get a lecture from hell.
I skipped lunch and breaks to complete the tasks Grayson assigned to me.
At one point, he checked on me. Why?
/"How’s it going?/"
/"Fine./"
I didn’t bother to look at him.
/"Are you almost done?/"