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It wasn't that Emma was bored with her job, it was just that… well. She was bored. She was bored of her boss's constant nagging, she was bored of the people she was surrounded by on a daily basis, and most of all, she was bored of the pay. Four years of school, eighty thousand dollars in debt, and for what? A few measly dollars more than minimum wage and sub par health insurance? But it wasn't just that. Every day, she watched her two roommates, Ruby and Mary Margaret, leave the apartment with a smile on their faces. Mary Margaret loved her job, and couldn't wait to get back to her class of Kindergarteners the moment returned home in the evening. Ruby couldn't have been any more excited about the diner she had finally saved up enough to purchase. A diner in the heart of New York City. Emma wondered at just how lucky her best friend had gotten when she'd found the property that she would eventually spend her life's savings on. And Emma? Emma was a bartender at a swanky night club just a few blocks away from both Ruby's diner, and Times Square. She didn't think herself above the job, in fact, it was the best job she'd ever had. But she'd been out of university for two years, and she had hoped that her photography career would have somewhat progressed since then. She'd amassed a huge Instagram following since her university days because of her photography, one that grew every single day, but those people just wanted to look. They weren't interested in paying her. Sure, she got the occasional wedding shoot, but she'd been doing those since she was sixteen years old. She dreamed of shooting for a magazine like National Geographic. She wanted to travel the world, and she wanted her work to be showcased with the best of the best. She mulled over all of this sullenly as she wiped down the bar stools after another long evening at the Cats Cradle. She sighed, promising herself to be more positive. After all, not many people could boast a staggering two hundred thousand followers on one of the worlds leading social media apps. At some point in those people's lives, they'd thought to themselves that they enjoyed Emma's photography so much that they would like to see it on their feed every single day, and that had to count for something, right?
"Swan!" Leroy barked, snapping her out of her reverie. Emma looked up with a sheepish smile, knowing she'd been caught daydreaming at work. Again. Leroy, her boss, just sighed.
"C'mon Swan," He said gruffly, "It's three in the morning and I'd like to catch some sleep before the kids have me up at six sharp." Emma rolled her eyes, and threw the wash cloth she had been using over her shoulder.
"You could have left hours ago. I've been working her for three years and I am perfectly capable of locking up behind myself." She muttered, knowing it was of no use. She and her boss had the same conversation almost every night, and his answer was always something along the lines of "Ain't no way I'm leaving a pretty little blonde like you alone in a nightclub at this time in the morning. Nuh uh. My wife would have my head." Emma knew that he was right, of course, so she just focused on cleaning the last few items on her list. The Cats Cradle was a posh night club, but it was small. The waiting list to get in was a mile long, and the line was littered with celebrities. Paparazzi was strictly prohibited at the Cradle, which was why it was such a safe haven for so many big names. They came to the Cradle for some peace and quiet, and a guaranteed good time. Because the Cradle was so small, the staff was also small. Leroy employed only three bar tenders, and they all worked one at a time. There were a couple of bus boys, and three waiters as well, but they left at two, and it was always the bar tenders job to clean up. Emma didn't usually mind, but lately it had begun to get on her nerves. She knew that Leroy was making an exorbitant amount of money, and it wouldn't kill him to have the bus boys stay a couple extra hours and do one of the main parts of their jobs. Working at the Cats Cradle, Emma came face to face with some of the most famous people in the country on a nightly basis. She'd been trained right from the beginning of her job to never let on that she knew who they were. After all, they were at the Cradle to cut loose, and to take a break from the public eye.
"Okay, all done boss. Let's go." Emma called from the storage room. As they exited the nigh club, a cold wind hit Emma's face. Her blonde curls whipped around her face, and she tucked them into her red leather jacket with a flicker of annoyance. Leroy walked her to the usual subway stop, and she rode the train for fifteen minutes, until she arrived at the stop just outside of the apartment that she shared with her best friends. Warmth washed over her as she unlocked the door as quietly as possible. Ruby insisted that the heat be all the way up during the winter, to both of her roommates annoyance. Mary Margaret preferred less heat, and Emma preferred less of a heat bill. Grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, Emma made her way up the stairs and into her tiny bed room. The cat, Archie, purred with happiness the minute he saw Emma, and got up from his place on her pillow to greet her.
"How's my favourite boy doin, huh?" Emma cooed, picking him up and hugging the orange tabby close to her chest. He meowed in response. Emma laughed, and set him down. She stripped off her clothes and changed into her usual sleeping attire of boy shorts and a tank top. Climbing into her bed, she pulled Archie and her quilt close. She silently wished that something, anything, would change, before sleep finally enveloped her.