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*CHAPTER ONE*
AUDREY'S POV
“Ugh, why do I always mess up orders”, I watched as the customer threw me a disgusted look. He requested a latte and I served cappuccino. Fuck, my head isn't here today.
“Audrey, would you mind not leaving dissatisfied customers who in turn give us bad reviews on our page?” Janelle said looking pissed.
“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't sleep well last night cause I got back really late from Neon, so I feel kinda woozy and dull”.
“Yeah right, whatever. Just stop messing stuff up for the rest of us, not all of us can afford to date the boss's son you know?” she said bitterly with a lot of venom.
Okay that was mean and harsh. Janelle and I have been friends since high school and she knows me more than anybody else and most importantly she knows my relationship with Joseph isn't that serious.
“Janelle, what did you just say to me?, that's really mean you know, I'm your friend and I already apologized right?. Is there something else I'm missing?”.
I'm Audrey Maria Ray and Janelle Sophie Anderson was my best friend since our high school cheerleading days. I was captain and she was second in command. I had long dark curly hair, olive skin and brown eyes, while Janelle was a redhead with green eyes and thin lips.
Back then, we both wanted to be cheer captain and I was eventually chosen because I fit the position more, I was prettier than Janelle. That week Janelle never spoke a word to me, she was hurt, I guess, so I just let her be. After some time, we were cool again. After high school graduation, I lost my dad to an accident. He and mom had a really big fight one night. He stormed off in anger, went to a bar, got really drunk and on his way back home, his car crashed into a company truck whose driver was sleeping behind the wheels. I always wondered which company that was. All we got at my dad's funeral was a fat envelope and a condolence letter with no name on it. We never knew the company, and I guess we never will. Ever.
My mom had no skills whatsoever, she was dad's trophy and as such never worked a day in her life. Dad's death broke her, she cried day and night. I took over my dad's position, I was now the bread winner, I didn't get to attend college, the money from the company, we survived on it till I started working and getting paid. It was difficult to get a job here in New York, with any qualifications. In comes Joseph Coleman, the son of a wealthy baker who owns big cafes and pastry shops all over Manhattan, they were filthy rich. Joseph has always had a crush on me right from our high school days. He was quarterback for the football team. I wasn't a whore but I had responsibilities and for Joseph to put in a good word for him, I had to do something for him. That's how I became his girlfriend and got a job.
Janelle knew all this, I never loved Joseph, I don't love him and I never will love him.
“You heard me, Audrey don't mess up orders anymore, if you're feeling sleepy go home, or better still go to Joseph he should be in his office” Janelle said without even looking at me.
She really has a problem, now I am sure, very sure. And I'm never one to start fights, so I chose to ignore.
I tried to be more careful and attentive to the customers in the shop. We got through the morning hours with no other problems.
It was around three in the afternoon and I was wiping off the tables, when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I knew who it was without turning around, Joseph.
“Hey babe, how's it going” he said
“Good, it's been good, what are you doing here?”
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