15. Dawn...

***pervert boss***

I blow out a quick breath as I move towards the counter of Mari Vanna restaurant. I started working here part time when I got admitted in Fordham and to be honest, the paycheck has helped me to foot my bills and save some for unforeseen circumstances.

But my boss is really a hard knot to crack. He's always at my throat which makes working here impossible sometimes.

I wish I can have a simple life where I don’t work for anyone but be a boss on my own. The smell of cheese wafts the air, and into my nostrils as I approach the kitchen door.

At the counter, I just exchange a few smiles and glances with one of the workers. I don’t know her name, but she started a few days to my days off for Christmas holiday.

I flutter the kitchen door open, and get graced by the sight of workers wrapped in our usual apron that has the restaurant’s logo on it.

The chief chef, Alina, who happens to be among the Russian that works here sends a cable of greetings towards me.

“Oh, Dawn