Within seconds...?

I sit down and lean back on the sofa, scratching the back of my head as I scroll through my phone. There didn't seem to be anything interesting on YouTube, and Instagram seemed just as empty. There truly wasn't anything to do but wait for something to happen.

A notification makes me jump. It appeared to be an e-mail from the chef. I couldn't help but smirk as I opened it. It read:

'Hello, bitch!

I'm the chef of BBC. It's a small restaurant, but the ladies seem to have a great time. Anyway, I saw your application and I thought I'd say... Sure. You're hired. You'll be paid daily, depending on the amount of work to do and if you're a pain in the ass or not? Understood? Good. Work starts tomorrow.

-BBC'