Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Avatia's POV

As soon as I got home, Kenny, my best cousin who just happens to be gay enveloped me in his usual bear hug. On any other day, I'd be happy, but not after that horrible encounter at work. I just wish I never helped in the first place. "My baby girl doesn't look so okay, tell me, what's wrong?"

I knew he was going to read my body language and tell what was going on, but that's just how Kenny is, so full of emotions. "I'm fine Ken, I'll just go upstairs and freshen up, where's my mom by the way?"

"First of all, it's Kenny, Ken sounds so boyish." He said and I rolled my eyes, he wasn't sane. I mean his name is Kendal but he was bent on changing it to Kenny cause to him, it sounded girly. "Are you done rolling those beautiful eyes of yours? "

I just nodded, not in the mood for all his drama.

"Secondly, you're not going up without telling the best cousin you have what's wrong. And lastly, mom went to get some groceries. "

I knew he wouldn't let me go unless I told him what happened, so I did. I told him everything. "

"Oh my goodness, how can someone be so rude, worst still, to someone so innocent and beautiful like you. Don't bother my princess, I'm gonna kick his ass when I see him. That's if his ass looks ugly though." Kenny consoled me once I was done. I laughed at his cocky joke. He always had a way to make me happy. "How about I go with you to work tomorrow, that way, I'll punch him hard. You said he always comes, right? "

I nodded again. That's what Grace told me. I stood up to go have a long nice shower but left only after Kenny kissed my forehead.

The next day, I woke up with a positive feeling, prepared, and went down for my breakfast. Kenny was helping mom make it. "G'morning mom, Kenny. "

"How was your night, sweetheart?" Mom asked as she set a plate of pancakes in front of me.

"Sweet. This smells delicious." I complimented moms frying. Well, I didn't know much about cooking as much as mom and Kenny did.

Kenny came and sat next to me whispering in my ear how it tastes good because of him. Mom heard because she playfully smacked his head with a spatula, causing me to chuckle.

Breakfast was done so I headed for work. Once I got in, Draya immediately pulled me with her to the washroom like she's been waiting for me. "Woahhh... Slow down tigress." I said gasping for air. Draya looked like she'd seen a ghost. "What happened?"

"Remember you practically 'insulted' Mr. Vaughn yesterday? " She asked emphasizing. When I gave her a blank look, she sighed and made her point clear.

"Well, that's what he claims and now, there's a big big problem."

First, he insults me, then he lies, and now I'm in trouble? Who is this guy? What does he think he is? "And this problem is?" I asked quite curious.

"There's a 1% chance that you still have the job. Adam wants to see you." She answered in a sympathetic voice.

No. This can't be happening. I barely got this job with good pay and now I'm losing it. No God. Mom's gonna be furious. I was losing it. I thought waking up with a positive feeling was good luck. Turns out it isn't for me today. The tears started rolling and I couldn't stop it. Draya pulled me into a BFF hug whispering soft words to me as I kept crying.

"We're not sure, you may still have it. Let's not jump to conclusions yet, okay?" She consoled but we both knew it was pointless. I pulled out and walked to Adam's office. The office was pretty large and comfortable. Once I knocked and heard him give orders for me to come in, I walked in and took a seat on one of the comfortable chairs. I kept staring at my palms as I drew flowers on them. Something I always did when I was nervous.

"I can't believe what you did yesterday Avatia. Mr. Vaughn is dangerous. No one steps on his toes and worst still, adds something to his coffee." He said once I sat and I knew it was hurting him to talk to me like that.

Was all this really because of coffee? Normal coffee? Then it hit me. I did insult him three days ago when I stuck my tongue out to him. He's probably paying me back.

Oh no, my tongue doesn't always put me into trouble, why now?

I looked up at Adam and hit the nails right on the head. "Do I still have the job?"

His looks said it all. I didn't. Oh great. So great. I stood up and looked at the fatherly figure staring back at me with regret. "Thanks for accepting my work here Adam. I'm grateful. I'll just pack my stuff and head out."

I was at the door when his next words made me realize I wasn't the only one who felt bad. "I'm sorry Avatia, he made me do this. I'd help you if I can but there's not much I can do. " I didn't want to hear him finish so I ran out into Draya's waiting arms and cried. Cried for the unfair treatment I was receiving.

After a few minutes of crying, I packed my stuff and decided to walk a bit before hailing a cab. Walking always made me feel a little better. 20 minutes later, I saw a red Ferrari 76 heading in my direction. Nice car, I thought to myself. But who knows if the person inside is much of a trouble maker like Mr. Black. The car pulled to a stop right in front of me and the person who came out, well, who else was it going to be if not him. He probably wants to rob his victory on my face. I just ignored him and kept walking. I didn't expect it but he followed me. "What do you want from me?"

He walked past me and stood, blocking me from passing. "Nothing. I have everything already." He said making it very clear how proud he is. I ignored him again and continued walking. He didn't have to tell me I'm not high class like him.

"Well, then I don't have to waste my time on you. Now get your proud face out of my sight." I didn't even know where and when I mustered the courage to talk to him like that. I wasn't the one to speak rudely to people but this guy was something else. "For a 'princess' like you, you don't have to work at a café. I just did you a favor. Don't I deserve a thank you?" He asked raising his eyebrows. Well, he emphasized on princess like he knew me personally and I must admit, it sounded beautiful but he was insane. He wanted a thank you for making me lose my job? Was he serious? I just rolled my eyes and continued walking praying I saw a cab as soon as possible. "That's what makes you more beautiful than you already are when you roll your eyes. That blue shade turns gray for 2 seconds."

That caused me to stop. My breath hitched. How'd he know that? Only the closest people in my life knew that and it usually took months for them to notice it.

Who is this man?