Chapter 8: Fired

Back To The Club

“Now that Elizabeth the queen and the stupid guy named Eric are gone why don’t you left go off my hand Mr. Smarty pants?” I was super pissed at Brad.

“Hey, be in your limit…” Brad was about to scold but I interrupted him.

“Or? What will you do huh? Will you kick me out of my job? Finw, I resign.” I was completely drunk by then.

“I don’t resign that way.” Brad had enough.

“Oh, then what is your way, Mr. Arrogant?” The more Brad was speaking the more I was getting angry.

“It has to be an official drunk lady,” He was totally annoyed.

“Fine, let’s make it official then, shall we?” I went to the bar area.

“Hey, where are you going now? Let’s take you home, I already had enough.” Brad kept on yelling while I reached the bar counter.

I was looking for a paper but couldn’t find one so I used a napkin instead, “Oh there, I found it.”

I started writing the letter, it took me almost two minutes to write it while Brad was anxiously waiting and his face turned red.

“Here,” I hande