Hazel.

1,2,3,4... I counted to ten in my head in an attempt to calm my nerves down. To say they were on fire, burning in her fire would sound dramatic but that was precisely what was going on.

While all this went on, Miss Armani only chuckled and leaned against the table.

"You're funny, I mean, of course, it's alright if you don't carry dildos. Do you even use those?" she asked before another silly chuckle escaped her dark lips.

Her eyes twinkled in the well-lit room and I could only imagine how dark it had gotten outside. With my bare feet on that white cold floor I slowly sauntered to where she stood. Not too far from me. With a forced smirk, I looked into her eyes. As though she did not expect me to be this close, she pushed herself further to the table. And I followed her.

Now we stood only a few inches apart and I would give her just a piece of what was going on with me. Of course, I couldn't deny that I felt embarrassed. To be honest I had never really used a toy before. Still, I wondered how often she used them if she even used those things.

"Armani," I started. A thick eyebrow did not fail to arc at the way I called her name. If I gave her enough time, she'd start blabbering about how she was the boss and I was just an employee. I did not need that now, so I continued, "I had a pretty tiresome day, following you around like a lost puppy. I'm very hungry, also I don't have toys in my purse. I have a boyfriend."

Blue lie.

"You do?"

"Yes," I responded confidently. She didn't have to know that I had dumped the love of my life the previous month.

"So, let me get this straight. You're crying because you're hungry?" she asked and I ran a hand over my cheeks. Was I crying? When I found nothing there, I figured it was nothing but sarcasm. I wouldn't let her get too far with this so I just nodded.

"Yes. I'm crying because I'm hungry."

"Let's get you dinner then." She yanked me out of the room. At the door, we met the two big boys and she gave them both a smile, that they did not return. Were they robots? Surely, I had heard the news about how advanced technology got. Everything was possible.

"Purse, and let's get our friend here some dinner." She gently patted one on their broad chest. It was really hard to distinguish between those two muscular men. They were both of the same height, and they both had dark hair, cut in almost the same style. And they wore dark glasses.

They nodded. Seriously, were these robots?

"On second thought, why don't you two take care of the other issues. I will drop her home," Armani informed the robots.

For the second time, I heard one of them speak. A voice very deep to comprehend. "It's dangerous," he stated, stepping towards Armani.

"I know, I will be fine," she assured them.

"I have to go with you," the other one spoke.

These guys were taking their job way too seriously than it was and it was hilarious. Did they think this was a movie? A mafia movie at that. What could happen to her?

"You worry too much, I will be okay." After another five minutes of trying to convince them she would be okay on her own like a normal grown-up. They agreed and handed over the keys to her car.

"Can you even drive?" I asked, crossing a seatbelt over my chest. I couldn't drive.

She snickered. "Honey, I can do a lot of things," she said and the engine roared to life.

The entire drive was in silence. Not even a song on the stereo system. It felt like we both wanted to say something but none of us had the energy to start a conversation with the other.

So much for choosing to be quiet. I was forced to ask where we were going when she took another right turn, contrary to the directions her campus and I gave her.

"Where are you going? I don't live there."

"I know. You said you were hungry, we are getting dinner."

I wanted to decline, but my mind did a quick check through my kitchen. There was nothing I could eat within five minutes, so this wasn't a bad idea after all. I stayed quiet until she pulled up at a diner. From the outside, it was too simple and local for someone as famous as her. How did she know this place? Did she eat here or did she lower her standards because of me?

I wasn't that poor. My mother had money that she got from my father's hard work before he died. She wasn't very stingy with the money, but I decided I wouldn't take any money from her. So that is why I needed the job. And the good news was; I got it, not because she thought I was qualified, but because I knew her secret.

My life sucked.

"Do you eat here?"

"Yes, sometimes, when I'm around the neighborhood," she responded. She pushed the door and for a second I thought she'd hold the door for me, but she surprised me when she let go of it and it almost hit me.

"People hold doors for others you know!" I informed her, agitated.

"Do they?"

"Yes." I blinked, looking around the place.

"I'm not your boyfriend." She smiled and as though that did not matter at all, she spread her arms and embraced a woman. I looked closely, she was probably in her forties, and had a broom in her hand. Was she a cleaner?

"Oh! Mani," the woman spoke with so much joy. I was too shocked to say anything so I just stood there, in my tight heels. My feet were on fire.

"Mama bear." Armani pulled away and finally thought to introduce me. "Meet my friend. She's starving, is baby bear back there?"

"Yes, go ahead and order."

Mama Bear. Baby Bear? Really?

In a few minutes, we ordered our food. I had settled for a double cheeseburger, but Armani did not let me have it, she said it had a lot of fat and it was not healthy. Instead, I settled for salad, just like her.

Annoyed, we rode in silence until she pulled up in front of my house. She scanned it for a moment and turned to me. I expected something terrible about my apartment, from her but she proved me wrong.

"I don't see your boyfriend." She smiled.

"He's asleep."

"Won't you introduce me to him?"

"I'm fed up with you. I hope I never see you again," I told her truthfully.

"You work for me."

Okay, that was all. I stepped out and without another word, I walked away.

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Annoying how Armani keeps rubbing it in our faces about how she is the boss.
😂
Who else had their partner order them the opposite of what they wanted?