The Tyrant

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“Ruth for heaven’s sake will you please hurry up. You’reworking at a snail’s pace today. I don’t pay you to act like you’re sleep-walking.” I bite my tongue and count to ten. I don’t know how I keep my cool sometimes, on days like this Alexis can be the bitch from hell, and the worst boss imaginable. “Yes Alexis. I get the message.” I’ve worked here at The Ark for just over two years. It once had a reputation as the best Restaurant in town, but things have slipped over the past year. The previous owner decided to sell up and Alexis and her husband Greg snapped it up at a bargain price. Tonight is the grand reopening, with a host of local movers and shakers invited to experience the new menu. Alexis barks out instructions and repeatedly checks her watch, in a little over two hours the doors will be opening. Greg is busy stocking the bar, whilst I am furiously polishing cutlery and glasses. “Ruth, are you thick or just cloth eared? I told you to speed up. We open in two hours if you checked the clock. You can tell the time I take it?” Once again I am forced to keep my temper in check. I hate Alexis with a passion, but I cannot afford to lose this job. I have rent and bills to pay. One day çankaya escort though, she is going to find out that it’s not wise to belittle me. I finally finish the cutlery, making a damn fine job of it even if I do say so myself. Relieved that now it’s just the champagne glasses and then I’m done. I start the task of polishing over a hundred flutes, it’s painstaking and slow, but I will get there. “NO, NO, NO!! Ruth, are you sure you want to keep your job here? Those glasses are smeared, you aren’t doing it properly. Honestly I could get a trained chimp to do your job, and probably do it better you silly little girl.” I feel my eyes moisten; caused by her constant nit-picking and general jibes. I’m sure she can see the tears in my eyes, as she grins lopsidedly, seemingly happy that if her goal was to upset me, then she certainly succeeded. Mercifully, the telephone at the far end of the restaurant bursts into life and Alexis marches off to answer it. I’m relieved to get a moment of peace from her hawk like attention. ‘Fuck this’ I murmur under my breath, throwing my glass polish and cloth down, making my way to the staff room to grab my cigarettes and lighter. rus escort I’ve been trying to kick the habit, but Alexis has shredded my nerves and I need to calm down. I make my way up the metal fire exit stairs and open the squeaky door onto the fire escape which doubles as a smoking area. Luckily it is a beautiful sunny evening, which lifts my mood a little. I light my cigarette and inhale deeply, taking in the flavour of harsh tobacco momentarily before exhaling. I curse my lack of will power, telling myself I really need to quit smoking one day soon. The nicotine does its job though, calming me down instantly. I look out over the city, enjoying the gentle warmth of early summer, looking forward to tomorrow when I finally get a day off to relax. I’m so pre-occupied with thoughts of what I’m going to do that I don’t hear the creaky door opening. I stare in horror expecting that bitch Alexis, but breathe a sigh of relief when I see it is Greg. Greg is different again; a really nice, gentle guy. I personally don’t know how he can stay married to Alexis, but I imagine he has far more patience than I do. “So this is where you slope off to is it? Look, I’m so sorry eryaman escort Ruth, she shouldn’t talk to you like that.” I stub out my cigarette and look into Greg’s big blue eyes. “No she shouldn’t. It’s hurtful and unprofessional. And I deserve better.” “No I know, I know. But she won’t listen to me, you know what she’s like. For what it’s worth I think you’re brilliant, and we are lucky to have you.” I don’t know whether it was Greg’s kind words or the words of Alexis hitting home, but I suddenly and unexpectedly burst into tears. “Hey, hey, what’s all this then? Don’t cry, Ruth. You know, a lot of Alexis’ words come out of jealousy. She can’t stand the fact that you are younger, and prettier than she is.” The tears weave their way down my face, slowly. Instinctively, Greg’s soft hands move to stem the flow and brush my tears away. I find myself with no words for a moment, just staring into his steely eyes. “I think you’re so fucking gorgeous and sexy, Ruth.” There is a momentary pause before he leans in and kisses my lips slowly and deeply. His lips are as soft as his hands. I don’t stop him, wanting his kiss, enjoying the feel and warmth of the moment. I respond with force, kissing his lips with wild abandon, feeling his tongue on mine and then his hands groping my bum, pushing me backwards against a wall. His body now meshed against mine, I reciprocate, hands squeezing his amazing tight butt. No words are exchanged, none are needed in all honesty.

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