CHAPTER 4

                                    

                                          
"Eleanor, I don't pay you to sit around and look sad about your miserable life; get to work," My grumpy boss Dave says
                          
"Sorry, boss," I say, standing up from the chair in the kitchen. I just finished having lunch and was having a break.
                          
"I don't want you sorry, I need you out there attending to customers, so beat it," He says, pushing me towards the entrance of the kitchen. Before I walk over to a table, I adjust my hair and check my uniform for any food stain. Once I look presentable, I walk over to the closest table to take their order.
                          
This is my life now; I am back to waiting tables. I was lucky enough to get this job. Uncle Jack had to beg his manager to hire me. It's been two weeks since I was fired. I have been avoiding Mr. Crawford's phone calls ever since. I don't want to come between him and his grandson. They have a good relationship, and I can't bear to be the person that will ruin it, so I decided I should stop being friends with Mr. Crawford.
                          
"Welcome; what can I get for you today?" I ask with a fake smile plastered on my face. I'm not too fond of this job, but I don't have a choice if I want to help Uncle Jack with the bills. He has done so much for me; it's the least I could do. 
                          
The customer is under the table, picking something, and hasn't replied to me yet. 
                          
"I would like.............." He says while bringing his head back up, but stop once he sees me. An evil smile graces his lips as he takes in my appearance. "Look who we have here" He seems happy about the fact that I am his waitress. 
                          
"Hello, Mr. Jason" 
                          
"Hello Eleanor, how do you like your new job? I can bet you don't like it so much," He asks, smirking.
                          
"You can say that, and please, what would you like to order," I ask, trying to change the subject. I'm not too fond of the way he is trying to pry into my life after he has already ruined it.
                          
"It seems you don't want to talk about your life, and that's understandable given your current situation."
                          
I am starting to hate this man. Because of his foolish doubts about me, I have to do this job and deal with my horrible boss Dave. I wish there were a way I could get him back for taking away such an excellent job from me. 
                          
"Please, could you just tell me your order" I am seriously getting tired of standing here and listening to him indirectly mock me about my job. A job I have because of him and his foolish doubts. 
                          
"I will have creamy garlic chicken pasta and a glass of your finest wine," He says after looking at the menu. Thank God I could not take his mocking any longer.
                          
"Alright, sir, your food will be ready in a few minutes," I say and walk away from his table.
                          
It's been a few hours since Mr. Jason left. He left me a big tip, and I know it was an insult that I have to live off tips. I hate that man; I wish there were a way I could make him pay.
                          
The following day is spent waiting tables, and me trying my best not to make my boss angry at me so he won't reduce my salary at the end of the month. While walking towards the bus station, a black car suddenly pulls up in front of me. I am not really good at knowing the brands of vehicles, but if I am not wrong, this car should be a Rolls Royce. The windows are tinted, so I can't see who is inside. The back window rolls down, and the person inside is someone I was hoping I won't run into for a while.
                          
"Hello dear," Mr. Crawford says, smiling at me
                          
"Hi, Mr. Crawford," I say with a sad smile.
                          
"How are you doing, dear?" He says, stepping out of the car