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Confronting my boss

At four thirty, I am woken by my phone ringing, which gets my heart racing.

"Hello?" I answer, trying my best to project my frustration at whoever is calling me so early in the morning.

"Miss Smith, you need to be at work in the next twenty minutes."

I groan.

"Is that a complain?"

I feel like yelling at him, because there is no way this is acceptable for him to be calling me so early.

When I signed my contract, it states the time I'm to be at work, along with the time I should leave. It never said I should ever be there any earlier or leave any later.

"It is half of a complain, it is so early."

"Well, if you don't get here by the time I say you don't have any worry about waking up so soon because you won't have a job." He hangs up after saying that.

I throw my phone to the foot of the bed, fling the covers off and go to the shower.

I get dressed in a short, black tight skirt, and purple top that I leave a few buttons undone.

When I get to Metrosport, it is ten minutes over the time Mr
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