Hi everyone! I know I have stories to update, but I really wanted to get this story started and out there. The first chapter is rather fluffy, but I PROMISE the rest of the story heats up and gets more suspenseful. And when I finish this story, you will know that trouble really is Mickey's middle name! ;)
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Fired. This is the bold, red ink word Minnie Mouse was reading over and over with disbelieving eyes. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomache and tears threatened to fall, but there was a small, itty bitty bit of hope left in the 23 year old mouse.
Perhaps it had been a mistake. Maybe this letter was not supposed to be delivered to her - it could have been the wrong house, or the wrong Main Street. This was what Minnie tried to convince herself as she made her way to Rodawn Banking Industries.
Mortimer Rodawn was the worst person Minnie had ever met. He was rude, selfish, greedy, ugly, horrible, a curse to human nature - and many other things equally as horrid. But right now, Minnie had to pretend that he earned her respect, that is, if she were to keep her job.
It took skill to be an accountant, but it took even more skill to be the top accountant of America. Top accountant ment being an accountant for the best celebrities; Xion Keys, Walt Disney, those crazy boys from Britain that sing about knowing you're beautiful - LOTS of celebrities. One of them had been Oswald Rabbit and his wife Ortensia (they had recently premired their new movie Count Dragul). Minnie had become good friends with the couple, but right now, she wished she had never met them so that she wouldn't miss anyone if she were to be fired.
Minnie forced a smile before knocking on the large gold door of Rodawn's large office. After three hard knocks, Mr. Rodawn opened the door, a scowl on his face when he recognized Minnie.
"What are you doing here?"
Minnie held down her temper at the acid dripping from the rat's voice. "Uh sir, I got this letter saying that I'm fired, and I don't understand -" "You're fired, what's hard to understand about that?"
Minnie grit her teeth together, clenching her fists. "But why?!" Minnie asked with an aggravated huff. "'Cause I got a replacement," Mortimer said simply. "Whooo?..." Minnie asked acidly. A large black cat loomed over the rat from behind the partially opened door.
"Why, me!" The cat said in a boastful way. He handed Minnie a small white card. "Pete Feline," he said jabbing his thumb at his chest. Minnie's jaw dropped to the floor; how did this obese, dumb cat take her job?! Mortimer handed Minnie a cardboard box filled with things that had been in Minnie's office.
"Now get outta here!" Mortimer shouted at the mouse. Minnie shook her head in disbelief. "But I've got bills to pay and -"
"Goodbye Miss Minerva," Mortimer interrupted, and with that he slammed his office door close.
If a specter were to look towards the front doors of Rodawn Banking Industries, they would see a young female mouse running towards her silver Hyundai, tears rolling down her cheeks, and clutching a cardboard box close to her heart.