A Game With the Boss

e were doing well. We lived in a beautiful house, painted entirely white, with earth-toned decor. My

g with her-until she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. She suffered from seizures, and her

ything, at least not while I was a teenager. When I turned sixteen, my father died of a heart

east cancer. We caught it early, but it was a struggle to gather the money for her

as a waitress; the pay was decent when I pulled double shifts. My sister's condition worsened, so I turned to some of

ook for another job. I had two jobs and two sick wo

he took her medication. My mother was a different story. Her cancer came back-and thi

t six, muscular, with light brown eyes like honey. His hair matched his personality-rebellious, straight but wild. His skin was pale, like his smile. Duri

ve long honey-colored hair, which I always keep in a bun. I like to dress formally in loose-fitti

woman. I overheard him say that to his best friend, and that's when I burie

from Monday to Sunday, sent his clothes to the cleaners, and handled his

gave a chance to models. Thursdays were for drinking w

or at least that's what I thought. A few times, Mr. Duncan helped me with

re. John, the middle one, was very grounded. No one knew of a girlfriend, and people assumed he was gay. I doubted it-onc

d-educated. When his father fell seriously ill, Max took

and the folders for the new contracts prepared. I still had to take his clothes to the cleaners

you need?" I asked i

t me this early. Come to my office-unless you'

dn't understand how wo

r. On my

k, crossed myself, a

at nine with the Mexicans.

it down. We

eplied respectfully, though

hip. As hard as it is to believe, everyone already kn

ldn't take it anymore. Had I heard

on Earth, Mr. Duncan. You're a damn bastard! That's w

th venom. Years of resentment, a

contract. I'll pay you a generous sum, so what will it b

couldn't believe what he was saying. I had worked har

e because I won't ma

that nickname, fair and square. And if you don't accept, this is your goodbye. You sho

d it. I quit.

n I hope you die i

ffice was his laughter. After all this