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"Mr Young, your late" stated my new boss, the moment as I walked through the office door. "Sorry Mr Taylor" I replied.
"Sorry? SORRY? Is that all you've got? If..." He exclaimed.
"I will never be late again, I promise" I said, butting into the rant he was getting into about me being impolite.
"I will let you go, only this once, but if you are even late by a fraction of a minute again, I will sack you you hear me I WILL SACK YOU"
My face turned as pale as parchment as sudden as the words entered my ears. "No, but you can't do that" I plead.
"Oh, but I can" he said wickedly, and then strode off through the dimly lit hallway, to his office.

As I opened the door to my office, I noticed something different. SOMEONE different. There was a lady, with brown hair tied into a neat bun. She was wearing a white T-shirt, a black skirt, and red, overly high heels. "Hello Mr Young, I've heard about you" she said without a second of hesitation when I walked through the door. "Um, Who are you?" I enquired doubtfully.
"Oh, I'm Miss Wright, I'm going to be taking over your place in work, because kind, old Mr Taylor thinks that he'll have to sack you very soon, so he hired me today, just in-case"
"Okay, well, do you know what to do?"
"Yes sir, I do Mr Taylor gave up a whole hour of his time to teach me some basic things I need to know, and what I'm meant to be doing, although I've researched a lot" While we were having that little conversation together, in my head I was thinking 'ARHHH! Get me out of this murder house!!'
"Well, Miss Wright, I must be going, your occupying the one and only computer in my office, so I guess I'm not needed here, bye" I told her, actually thankful that she turned up, otherwise I would've been working my socks off for Mr Taylor. "But Mr Young" she called after me, but I chose to ignore her, because that is what you do to irritating little goodie goodies that suck up to people like Mr Taylor.

I rush into the cafe quickly, only to see that it's crowded. It's such a small room, that if ten people are in it, you'd say that it's like a lemming hill, people nearly falling out of the windows, which are open, as it's always boiling hot with all of the commotion. As I queue up, I notice someone. Mr Taylor. The hundreds of people that work here that are allowed to go to the cafe, and my boss is here. "I better just hope that he doesn't see me, although there is a huge chance he will" I muttered to myself.
"Who don't you want to see you?" a rough voice sounded in my ear.
And, as I'm extra stupid, I replied, "Mr Taylor."
"Well it's just your luck then Mr Young" growled the suddenly familiar voice, of Mr Taylor.

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"Mr Young, your late" stated my new boss, the moment as I walked through the office door. "Sorry Mr Taylor" I replied.
"Sorry? SORRY? Is that all you've got? If..." He exclaimed.
"I will never be late again, I promise" I said, butting into the rant he was getting into about me being impolite.
"I will let you go, only this once, but if you are even late by a fraction of a minute again, I will sack you you hear me I WILL SACK YOU"
My face turned as pale as parchment as sudden as the words entered my ears. "No, but you can't do that" I plead.
"Oh, but I can" he said wickedly, and then strode off through the dimly lit hallway, to his office.

As I opened the door to my office, I noticed something different. SOMEONE different. There was a lady, with brown hair tied into a neat bun. She was wearing a white T-shirt, a black skirt, and red, overly high heels. "Hello Mr Young, I've heard about you" she said without a second of hesitation when I walked through the door. "Um, Who are you?" I enquired doubtfully.
"Oh, I'm Miss Wright, I'm going to be taking over your place in work, because kind, old Mr Taylor thinks that he'll have to sack you very soon, so he hired me today, just in-case"
"Okay, well, do you know what to do?"
"Yes sir, I do Mr Taylor gave up a whole hour of his time to teach me some basic things I need to know, and what I'm meant to be doing, although I've researched a lot" While we were having that little conversation together, in my head I was thinking 'ARHHH! Get me out of this murder house!!'
"Well, Miss Wright, I must be going, your occupying the one and only computer in my office, so I guess I'm not needed here, bye" I told her, actually thankful that she turned up, otherwise I would've been working my socks off for Mr Taylor. "But Mr Young" she called after me, but I chose to ignore her, because that is what you do to irritating little goodie goodies that suck up to people like Mr Taylor.

I rush into the cafe quickly, only to see that it's crowded. It's such a small room, that if ten people are in it, you'd say that it's like a lemming hill, people nearly falling out of the windows, which are open, as it's always boiling hot with all of the commotion. As I queue up, I notice someone. Mr Taylor. The hundreds of people that work here that are allowed to go to the cafe, and my boss is here. "I better just hope that he doesn't see me, although there is a huge chance he will" I muttered to myself.
"Who don't you want to see you?" a rough voice sounded in my ear.
And, as I'm extra stupid, I replied, "Mr Taylor."
"Well it's just your luck then Mr Young" growled the suddenly familiar voice, of Mr Taylor.