Chapter1
CECILIA JEAN
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I would say that my life has actually been full of more drama than interesting experiences. I am CECILIA JEAN, a 22 year old lady who loves her father whom I love so much as he is the only person I love so wholeheartedly. I had lost my mother and siblings due to the fire outbreak that had occurred 12 years ago.
If you guys are wondering what had caused the fire incident. It was due to the leaking gas cylinder in the house and unfortunately my mom went into the kitchen to prepare a meal and that was literally the last day I saw or heard from my mother and sibling ,ASHUN.
I was at the counter in my place of work as usual “FIFI'S EAT OUT”staring at the different customers, lost in my thoughts and also waiting for them to place their orders so I could serve them.
“Hi there”. A voice came across
“You are most welcome to FIFI’S EATOUT Sir”.
What can I offer you? I asked in a gentle and very polite Manner, and he replied “Blake coffee” in a very rude and stern tone.
If there is anything I dislike or hate as a person, it is a very rude and unkind person.
“How many cups of coffee do I serve you sir” I asked again
“Don't tell you this dumb,can you see me with any other person? I wonder how you got a job working here. The manager needs to do better. Just prepare it quickly. I don't have a whole day to spend here.” With that he went to occupy a seat.
I immediately started preparing the BLAKE COFFEE, and made sure I tasted it to ensure it tasted very well. I served it and told him to enjoy the coffee.
He then took a sip and spat it out immediately,with a stern voice he said
“Do you even call this coffee?If I can remember vividly,I told you to prepare BLAKE COFFEE, and not this TRASH. I bet this tastes as miserable as you look”.
The inner confidence and charisma in me got shattered almost immediately,I could feel my heart tearing apart, I don't think I have ever been spoken to in this manner before.
“Okay sir I am so sorry I will prepare another one for you right now”. In an attempt to explain myself to him ,he picked up the coffee and spilled the whole coffee on me.
I looked at him in disbelief as I was still trying to assimilate what just happened.
“Sir you just crossed the line, you are a customer and that is why i am giving you maximum respect. It is not right to act or talk towards me this way”.
He then responded saying
WHO IS THIS TRASH?
“ Do you have an idea of who you are talking to right now”. With fuming anger I then replied to him saying “yes,a brainless and unethical person” with the rage of my anger I did not realize when I had picked up the next customer's meal and spilled it back on his face. He was so shocked and his facial expression showed how embarrassed he felt.
I then asked him”sir who did you say was trash again”, with so much rage and anger in his voice he yelled at me. I then gave off a devilish smile.
Unknown to me that people who were present at that point in Time, were making different videos of the scene.
“I knew in my heart that deep down he would have strangled me if we were in a private place. I was wondering where my audacity came from at a point but nevertheless I should always defend myself in any circumstance.
In the midst of the controversies, I heard a voice that came from behind me asking what the problem was, I quickly recognized the voice because it was that of my manager.
DAMN!! That's my manager, I then said to myself “I am doomed, I am finished”.
“Just take a good look at what she has done to me” Tristan said pointing angrily at his face
“WHAT THE HELL HAS CECILIA DONE, THE MANGER MURMURED TO HIMSELF”
“Cecilia?” The manager called out to me
“Sir I did not mean to do this for real”
As I was to explain myself and the incident that occurred he then cut me off.
“ Do you not know how to act or behave with a customer,or do you not know that the customers are always right no matter the circumstance?”
“Sir he has sad bad, terrible and very degrading words to me and-” he then cut me off again for the second time saying “that does not still justify the act you just portrayed towards this gentle man right now”
I was wondering within me what sort of gentleman he was and what planet did he come from , I taught myself.
“I am so sorry sir”
“I got angry,pissed off by his attitude and I let my emotions to take the best out of me”
“Mr manager or anything you call yourself will you still be acting drama here with this staff of yours?” I want her to get fired so your restaurant will not have a bad reputation or she gets punished. She lacks ethics when it comes to her job, I will not be surprised she's just a low life trying to fit into where she doesn't belong.
In Fact for this singular act you have just portrayed
“YOU ARE FIRED”
What? I asked in disbelief and shock
“You heard me clearly I know you are not deaf..you are fired”
“No sir please you can not do this to me,you know this is the only means of survival for me and my dad, you know how much this job mean to me”
“And yet you ruined your chances of working here by embarrassing my customer “.
“I pleaded with so much humility and calmness, I am really so sorry sir, please forgive me. It will never repeat itself again”
“WILL YOU LEAVE immediately before I call the security on you”.He said in a very angry tone,at this point I knew all hopes were lost. I quietly went inside and picked up my properties before I quietly walked out of the Restaurant and headed home.
As I left I could hear him still raising his voice at my manager and my manager just kept apologizing to him.
It then made me lose my job, the only means of survival I had,I can't believe that I am officially jobless…damn!!!
As I reached the house I saw my father lying down on the bed.He was shivering seriously due to the panic attack he got from a letter that was sent to him from the federal Secretariat.
I just kept on pleading with him to keep calm so that we will find a way out of it. Deep down in me I knew that I was saying just mere words with no action to back it up. I didn't even know how to tell him I had lost my job,so that I won't add to the issue at hand.
If there is anything I hate so much is seeing my dearest father in pain. I could say that he is my weak point.