Maid War

"YOUR FIRED!," yelled my boss, slamming his fist on the table.

"IM NOT FIRED,"I yelled back, standing up. "I QUIT!!"

And with that, I stormed out the restaurant, pissed like hell.

How dare that pervert! All I did was set the damn bathroom on fire! It was no big deal! Fricken bastard!

I set off in a run, trying to calm myself down. He had done it in front of everyone too! Damn him!

I ran to the outskirts of the town, and then the sight of an abandoned apartment came into my sight.

The place looked like it was going to break down and fall over at the slightest brush of wind.

It had vines and cracks all over it and the front door was half off its hinge—it was home though.

I ran up the stairs and into the apartment, slamming the door shut. It was a strong door despite its appearance.

Inside it was like the thing homeless person would live in.

Vines and weeds ran up the brick walls and the kitchen was way out dated and there was only a ripped up half-a-couch and a small t.v. Cockroaches and insects were occupying themself with the trash.

I flopped down on the couch, grabbing a newspaper I had stolen.

I flipped past the articles and stopped at the Job Listing page.

I skimmed past the page.

I came down to two.

Dishwasher at Rockin' rolled sushi

Cooker at the Uchiha has hold Manor.

Hmm, neither of them told how much pay was.

But I knew which one I was leaning towards.

Dishwasher really wasn't that fun. The plates and cups were always so hot.

A cooker at someone's manner couldn't be that hard. I loved cooking.

I read the description.

The person preferred a young male around the age of 16-19, and to obviously have good cooking ability. The person wanted to the male to have stealth too.

I snorted. This is probably a woman who was desperate for some eye candy.

Well, I was perfect for the job. I blew people away with my hot body!

I got the phone and typed in the number.

It was picked up right after the first ring.

A bored, emotionless male voice answered. "Uchiha Manor."

I shivered. "uhmm, I wanna do the cooking job you put in the newspaper...."

"Oh!" The voice suddenly seem excited and lively. Yes, well, I guess you can come over for the interview then? 3:15 today....."

I froze. "Uhmm, im sorry. Can we set it at a later time? 5 maybe....."

"Is there a reason?," the voice replied, seemingly interested.

".....well...I have to go to the gym to work out.......but if I need to be there by three fifteen...."

"Oh no. Please. Five is fine. The address is 506 Crescent Road."

I nodded. "I'll see you then."

"Good Bye."

And then the man hung up.

I placed the phone on the counter.

That was weird.

I shook my head and grabbed my gym clothes.

But ok......