We meet her dick of a boss

Stephanie prayed that she would run into enough traffic to prevent her from going to work, but those prayers landed of deaf ears. She parked her car and slowly walked into the store. Her boss Ted met her in the doorway. Ted Blackwell was an overweight twenty-six year old whose hair was already thinning. As he looked through his thick glasses, he eyed the blonde woman as she came into work for her shift. He hummed in approval as he checked her out. He knew why she had asked for this day off. He had secretly hoped that she would not have had enough time to change and be **** to show up in a low cut party dress or whatever revealing outfit she had worn the previous night. Sadly, he thought, his planned failed.

“You’re late!” Ted pretended to greet Stephanie with a less-than-satisfied look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m not supposed to be here today. Be thankful I came in at all,” she responded, leaving the man speechless.

Stephanie walked past her boss and clocked in. Once out on the selling floor, she looked around and spotted several of her co-workers talking to each other in the center of the store. None of them appeared to be working very hard.

“Hey everyone, how’s it going?” she asked her colleagues.

“Stephanie? I thought you had off today?” asked a dark haired woman about forty years old.

“So did I, Dora. Ted called my house and told me I had to come in today. Err, told my dad, that is. I crashed at my friend’s house after our party.”

“Your friend’s house? You mean that stud muffin you’ve been telling us about? Tell me you two finally hooked up!”

“Sorry to disappoint you Janice, but no. Mike drank too much last night, so I kept an eye on him,” Steph answered.

“Just an eye? BORING!” laughed Janice.

“I was told it was busy here today. Where’d the customers go?” Stephanie asked.

“What customers? If we made five hundred dollars in sales today, I’d be surprised. Ted’s been sending people home all day,” one of the younger sales girls answered

“What?!” Steph near-shouted.

“Sorry Steph, but if today went any slower it’d be yesterday,” answered Heather, a recent high school graduate who would be starting college soon.

“That Son-of-a-Bitch!”

“Uh oh! Sounds like someone has the hots for you, Steph!” Heather laughed.

“Yeah, don’t remind me!”

“Okay ladies, afternoon tea is over. Everyone back to work!” cried Ted.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and proceeded to start folding the clothes that were left near the changing room. Every so often, she got the feeling that Ted was watching her. Even when he wasn’t on the floor, she felt like he was watching her via the store cameras. If Stephanie was a fly on the wall in his office, she’d know that she was right.