IN THE DARK🔞

Chapt.01
🌹 It belongs to my boss.🌹

Work nonstop. When you're an adult, life is built on that.
Want a donna, sir? You have to work.
Do you prefer to visit a foreign nation or the beach? You have to work.
Do you desire a stylish dress? You have to work.
Do you desire to fulfill your dreams? It takes effort to obtain them.
You won't have money if you don't work. And you cannot engage in your favorite activities if you lack funds. I'm aware that it's annoying.
I've had a job since I was 19 years old. I've had a lot. anything from secretary to babysitter to pastry chef to baker. Because I enjoy cooking so much and anything related to food, much as doctors enjoy saving lives, I graduated from Cheff.
I was the chef at the restaurant where I had previously worked for a while before being let go due to a coworker. I had to hunt elsewhere for employment, and they hired me. however, not as Cheff, but rather as a kitchen helper. Who cares? I'll be doing what I enjoy, so what. However, in truth, having my own restaurant where everyone can enjoy my meals is what I would most like.
I am working both day and night to achieve that.
I rose from my bed and entered the shower. I started getting dressed as soon as I left. I only wear my work shirt and pants, with minimal natural makeup.
I leave the apartment and head to the parking lot where I board my black scooter, don my helmet, and begin zipping around Boston's streets. As usual, there is terrible traffic at this hour, and on weekdays, even worse. When I got there, I pulled into the parking lot, took off my helmet, and tucked it away. My coworkers' automobiles are visible. I went to the side, took my small bag, and went around to the back of the restaurant.
Everything about this place is exquisite and lavish. I work in one of Boston's most renowned and upscale eateries, which attracts notables and even celebrities.
I unload my belongings into the lockers, don my apron, pull my hair back, and enter the enormous kitchen.
Due to the enormous number of individuals who work on this site, it has everything needed for comfortable work. The extent of the demand is the reality.
"Hello, Alma," I say as I wash my hands and turn to see one of my coworkers.
She says "Hello, Barbra," who arrives carrying a basket of bell peppers and onions.
My hands are drying when I feel a stop behind me. I recognize it when I smell it.
I hear her saying, "You're fired," from behind me.
I gaze at her as I turn. I suddenly say, "That's funny, Naomi," in a serious tone.
- How are you? — She asks, adjusting her apron.
Good job, you. I inquire while using a little cloth to dry my hands.
– The same.
At that point Cheff walked in.
He has black hair, green eyes, and is a tall, lean man. One of the most well-known chefs in France, Italy, and the USA is Rupert.
Good job! He shouts, motivating himself by clapping his fists. Men, start working now!
Then the kitchen started to bustle. Making various foods when moving from this location to Beech. Additionally, I have to do the dishes and carry out Cheff's instructions. Working in the kitchen is not simple; you will frequently cut yourself while using hot water or oil as well as burn yourself.
We have at least a little break after all of the effort since it is time for lunch.
Naomi yells, washing her hands, "Come on, I'm so hungry it's k.illi.ng me.
I look at her after wiping my hands off and grab my food. Of course, I am the same.
I only have to wait till she's finished before we head to the dining room. Air conditioning, a vast room with white walls and long iron tables, and even a huge TV are all present in this space, which is used, among other things, when the boss or manager wishes to report something about a change in our work area.
There, Ricardo and Scarlett are anticipating our arrival. We only interact with them because they are servers at check-in, lunch, and departure. Let's get seated in front of them and begin eating.
Richard queries, "Hamburger, Barbra?"
I nod and say, "Today I'm breaking my diet," while grinning.
Scarlett queries, "Are you doing the grapefruit one?"
I blinked. "Yes," I falsely reply.
In actuality, I moved away from them a few weeks ago.
Ric says, "They told me that your favorite person is coming today, Barbra," and he cracks a small smile.
I'm about to tuck into my mouthful of my delectable hamburger when I pause and turn to face him. "The manager?"
He nods while taking a chip in his mouth.
I sigh glumly, "What a bummer," and bite into my cheeseburger.
Naomi remembers, "Yeah, we know you and him didn't get along the first time.

I can still picture the steaming coffee I unintentionally poured on him.
Scarlett mutters, laughing, "Not the second time," and takes a bite of mozzarella cheese.
But because your boss is involved, what will you do? Richard adduces.
I answer, "I know."
Who or what is He after? Scarlett queries.
Like usual. He arrives to observe how things are going in this place.
Scarlett asks with furrowed eyebrows, "He doesn't trust Jon?" as she sips from her Coke can.
He trusts his manager, Scarlett, of course, Naomi says. If he hadn't, neither Jon nor himself would have been present.
Right, I say. Additionally, business owners need to protect and be mindful of their assets.
Anyway, he's coming today, so everybody better behave, says Ricardo.
I chuckled just a little. I steal a glance at the redhead who is very preoccupied with her lunch while conversing with her coworker's boyfriend, "Tell that to Esmé."
—Can you imagine that the supervisor unexpectedly entered the room and found them in the pantry? Just for us, Scarlett murmurs in the guise of a secret.
Naomi closes her eyes and laughs softly.
You will likely hear anything along the lines of: Oh, yes! oh! —copies Ricardo, sounding like a female mo.an.
At his remark, I was on the verge of spitting up the hamburger.
Naomi argues, "We don't whine like that.
He snaps innocently, "But porn actresses do it.
She keeps eating, "Because they're porn actors, they get paid to fake org@sms.
Ric averts his eyes at her and asks, "Are you saying that you do it too, but for free?"
She responds, "You'll never know," as he smiles amusedly, before winking at him.
Scarlett says, staring at her phone, "Actually some do, but that depends on the man you're having s@x with.
I examine each one and wonder how they arrived at this subject. I scowl.
– The size? Asks Rick.
Scarlett raised her head. She shrugged, "I could have been...or whatever lasted."
Naomi snarls, "I want one of those. Only one, if he knew how to f*ck me well, in all the years I've lived.

I found it impossible to contain my laughter.
Ricardo enquires, "One with a horse pen*s?" You're so kind, my friend.
As the three of us began to laugh aloud, I once more felt like passing out.
Naomi snorts, "Shut up, Ricardo," and she laughs.
Scarlett murmurs, "Anyway, if they get it, they'll probably get fired," and I giggle as she covers her mouth.
Naomi continues, "Fired for being seen having s@x in the food pantry.
I grin and remark, "Better that than getting fired after cutting your finger or burning your hands."
Ricardo beams a chuckling grin. He shakes his head and says, "Whoever saw you, Barbra."
Scarlett blurts out in a sarcastic manner, "S@x is the best."
I laugh out loud. I blurt out, amused, "Deep inside, I'm still waiting for Christian Gray to spank me every night."
Scarlett throws me a cheeky glare, "You're not the only one." She laughs loudly as she says, "Let him use his whip."
Naomi snaps, laughing, "One who f*cks you, not makes love to you."
And precisely at that time, the respite was over.
Ric clasps his hands together and says, "Thank God." He raises his head and scans the ceiling. Lord, I've become perverted by these friendships.
We all stood up from our seats and left the eating area.
"You're the worst of the three, Ricardo," Scarlett remarks as she turns to face him.
Ricardo makes the decision to gaze at him right away. In front of the three of you, I am an angel; you women are really perverse.
Up until and after everyone left for work, we went back into the kitchen. Let's go back to the kitchen's heat and steam.
I can see Esmé with her local beau Jack as she makes her way here and there. She clutches her shirt's collar, and he has her resting against the wall as they have sappy chats. They always do it occasionally and when there aren't many people in the kitchen, the same way. And occasionally they do or theirs in secret. Ric informed us, thank you. He entered the kitchen in search of water on an ordinary day while we were at break time, and I overheard both characters' quiet m.oans as they both moved toward the freezer. Why do you think it was them and not someone else? We can infer that they were in the pantry because they were the only people who were not in the dining room at that time.
I don't care about their lives or what they do, though, because it's not my problem.
I then witnessed our beloved boss walking into the kitchen. He is dressed in one of his customary gray two-piece business suits. Masson, Travis. I don't really care about his life, so all I know about him is that he's a well-known businessman with money.
My animosity for him? It is easy. Barbra is regarded by Mr. Masson as his personal errand girl. He has been telling me to do as he pleases every time he visits the restaurant since I started working there. If he arrives for lunch, he nearly usually sends me, and Barbra must leave if he wants to make a purchase outside the restaurant. I have to bring him the coffee or drink that I was intending to have right then. He has the upper hand on me. Barbra is the one who needs to leave or be taken every time the jackass comes over and demands a fucking thing. The practice of rookies wanting to tramp us under their feet will disappear.
He came to a stop in front of the kitchen, put his hands in the pockets of his frail jeans, and gave each of us a close inspection. His jaw is fixed, and his visage is scowled. When our darling Cheff came up to him at that time, they gently greeted one other and shook hands.
Travis is a few inches taller than me, fit—you can even tell it through the tight vest he's wearing—white-skinned but slightly tanned, and with very light, intense blue eyes. He always walks well, and most of the time he has a sly smirk on his lips. I also have to acknowledge that he has a very attractive face.
Jon was waiting for them in the office when Rupert and Mr. Masson entered.
Still working on my. I take one of the tomatoes from the basket next to me, lay it on the wooden board, press down with the blade of the knife, and then release a slice. I continued doing this until I had chopped all the tomatoes, at which point I began to julienne chop the paprika.
At this point, I can see Rupert leaving the workplace and stopping close to Naomi.
Informing her, "I want pork chops for lunch, with Caesar salad, gravy, and mashed potatoes," Rupert replies.
Yes, sir, I already do, says Naomi.
He then came up and asked, "What are you doing?"
Are you blind? I told him because of it.
As you can see, I'm slicing some peppers because I'm so busy. I speak without looking at him and pretend to wipe my sweat-free forehead with my wrist. Then I've got to get a snack," he cuts me off.
Okay, well. The manager requests his cappuccino. Can you manage it? - He exchanges words.
I stomped in response.
I give him a long look before biting my lip to control the urge to say something hurtful. Does he not realize I'm busy? But you must comply because the boss ordered it.
Then, after a minute, I say, "Yes, of course," grinning irrationally.
He beams. I appreciate it, Evans.
- Thank you, sir.
I wash my hands as he departs. The Cappuccino for my cherished employer is then made. I headed toward the office when he was ready.
I ring the doorbell twice, and when Jon says, "Come in," I turn the handle and walk inside, where I can already smell the perfume worn by my two superiors.
The office is quite spacious, has windows with blinds, a big desk, a little room with black velvet seats and silver accents, a mini bar, and beige walls. It's a pretty great office.
I can see Mr. Masson seated at the desk using the computer, and Jon talking on his phone while lounging on one of the black sofas.
-Hi sir. I placed the cup on the saucer next to his computer and said, "Here's his cappuccino."
He says nothing and offers no thanks. He simply keeps his attention on the computer. Not even a glance up to me does he give.
Barbra, please be gentle.
I don't say anything else, so I simply turn around and walk out of the room, but as I reach for the door handle, I here him speaking. He muttered a curse as I withdrew my hand and made a fist.
He calls out, "Miss, Evans," in a deep voice.
I calmly turn to face him and then exhale a phony smile. I move slowly toward him and come to a stop in front of him.
"Tell me, manager.
He says, with his face creased and blue eyes staring at me, "It's lacking sugar."
He watches me as I lean forward and pick up the cup.
I hesitantly say, "I'll fix it, sir," nearly rolling my eyes in his direction.
He just said, "Okay," before turning back to his computer and giving it a brief order.
"Please," I beg on his behalf as I glare at him.
I narrow my eyes as I turn to leave the office, watch him look up at me again with a serious expression on his face, and use a small spoon to add some sugar to the aforementioned Cappuccino while making small circles with it. I then re-enter the building without knocking on the door.
I walk over to his desk after entering and leave the cup there before looking at him as he already does.
"I hope you like it, sir," I say with a phony smile.
Much better. The black-haired man takes the cup from his hand and stares at me as he drinks from it.
Jon got up from the couch and came to stand beside me, "Barbra, will you be very busy this afternoon?" he asked.
"Well, if I have to go to a meeting with some friends," I say as I turn to face him.
Mr. Jon nodded. We have to be here in the city tomorrow, so Masson and I will have to travel today, and he was asking me, if you can do us a favor? He glances at his watch, and it must be early.
I softly swallow and ask my supervisor, "What do they need?" before turning to glance at Jon once again.
Jon informs that "We need you to stay and watch over some food orders coming to the restaurant."
Barbra, the manager, has a new position.
I take a moment to stare at him and wonder when they're coming.
We ask you because you seem confident—at around 1:30 AM.

Poor f00ls.

Perfect, the little donkey Barbra Evans, I have to wake up early here.
I make a move to walk away and say, "Okay, I'll be there at that time."
-Are you upset? My boss is unsure.
I turn to face him and say, "No, not at all. I'm so happy. Is there anything else?" with seriousness as I stare at them both.
"Yes," my supervisor responds once more, examining me closely and frowning.
-That?
With his blue eyes, I could see what was going through my body.
Remember that this is a prominent restaurant that is known across Boston and other American cities, so staff need to set an example both inside the facility and outside. —You must wear the black pants of the uniform, not Jeans, Miss.
I take another look at my jeans and it seems good, so I become carefree.
I close the door behind me as I exit the office by turning on my heel.
I noticed that Ricardo was moving closer at that same moment.
Ric stops next to me, grinning and staring up at me while carrying a basket of carrots. He appears so pleased with you, like you received a raise, and says, "My God, Barbra."
I snort, "I detest it!He's an idiot, he makes me gut him like a cockroach, I scream between my teeth.
Behind me, I can hear my supervisor asking, "Who do you hate?"
When I open my eyes, Ricardo is already looking at me. He says, "Good afternoon, sir," and then he walks away.
I made an effort to seem believable as I turned to face him and said, "The heat, it's dreadful. See you.
He called my name, "Miss, Evans," I heard.
I pause and turn to face him. I ask as I turn to face him.
He displays a number of keys and says, "The keys to the back door." The pickup truck will enter the parking lot.
He places my palm there after I extend it to him.
"Go to Milo with anything.
I say, gazing at him, "Sure," and then I move out of his line of sight and away from him.
Barbra, you need to practice saying no. After work, I have a lot of work. I need to practice my routines since I have to give presentations in front of lots of people every day, which requires that I perform flawlessly. I'll have to divide myself in two.

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