#Chapter 10: Identity Crisis

Almara

She is still hesitating. “I don't know.”

Arthur held back a growl. Why was she being so difficult? “Either you quit your job at the restaurant and work at the gallery or you don’t work at all. Your choice.”

Almara’s eyes narrowed and it was like she had lit a fire inside of him. He wouldn’t admit it, but he wanted her to fight back. He wanted the challenge. She would lose, but then he could punish her. And oh did he want to punish her.

“Fine. I’ll quit tomorrow morning. Now, are you going to take me home?” She asked and Arthur gave her his trademark smirk.

“You already are home.”

The next morning, Arthur escorted me to the restaurant and then disappeared. I didn’t even see where he went. It was like he just vanished into thin air.

I had to admit that I was disappointed. I didn’t really want to face my boss by myself. I didn’t like letting people down. I couldn’t even give the courtesy of a two week notice.

I took a deep breath and began to walk toward the back of the restaurant