I can't even breath right now, my head feels like it's underwater. I can't wrap my head around what just happened. I barely know this guy and he just did all of that. Locked my doors? MY DOORS. Ran and chased me to my room, yelling at me? That man is a madman, entirely crazy. After he left I made sure to lock my doors behind him. I don't ever want to see him again, and I'm going to tell my manager about him too. I want him banned from Bailey's Bakery, if that's even possible. I go in the bathroom and stare at myself for a long time. What did I do to deserve that? Was I wrong in that situation? I started to cry some more, I'm not an easily scared woman...but I can't lie I am a little frightened. I undress myself and hop in the shower.
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"Listen, Brandon. The guy always comes in here in the morning. Don't let him in here... please." I made sure I showed up early today, even before my manager arrived. I wanted to show him how eager I was about the situation. "What guy? And why? Are you okay, Morris?" Brandon replied, looking concerned. Brandon was an older man in his 40's, tall and bushy faced. His tiny glasses always were at the tip of his nose and his cheeks were always rosy red. He was a great manager and I knew he'd go many lengths to make sure his employees were protected. Morris is my last name and he's always preferred to call me that for some reason. "The man with the curly hair he always comes in for doughnuts and coffee. Every Morning...literally every morning." "I can't stress this enough, stop chillin' with them crazy men. He's a high paying customer, Morris." He replies in a subtle tone. "I know. But he did some crazy shit boss. I don't like him. Please." He raised an eyebrow at me and then says; "I'm not gonna make you go into detail. But okay. I hope we can get someone who comes in as much as him, girl." I nod and turn away towards the storage room. I go to sit in my car and stare towards the road for an hour and 30 minutes. I didn't know what else to do, so many thoughts were flooding my mind. I was going to help my co-worker prepare the desserts in the display cases. I don't even feel like doing that. I don't feel like completing my work shift either. I decide if I should ask Brandon to call it a day or not. Probably not, I can't afford to do that. I really can't I pay my bills myself, and the car bill is catching up to me. I go back outside for a quick smoke break before my shift starts. I just hope this man Xavier doesn't show up this morning. He shouldn't anyway, he should have got the hint that I didn't want nothing to do with him anymore, right? I got about 20 minutes before my shift starts so I hit my cigarette only a few times and go back inside to change into my apron and start my work day. When I approach the counter, Xavier approaches the door at the exact same time. I freeze still and drop my phone right out of my hand. He comes inside and makes his way to the counter. I quickly pick up my phone and run to the office to grab Brandon. I barge into his office that reads 'BRANDON JACOBS, DISTRICT MANAGER' "Brandon!" "Hey! Why are you yelling?" I point to the cameras in the far corner and keep jolting my finger towards it. He drops his newspaper and gets up to examine the camera. Xavier just stands there at the counter staring in the direction I left in. "Okay. I'll go handle it. Come with me." I follow Brandon back out to the lobby and stand a good 3 feet away from him and Xavier. "Can I help you sir?" Brandon asks "Yeah, lemme get a Boston cr-" Brandon cut him off instantly; "Yeah, there's none of that get outta here." Xavier turns to look at me angrily then turns back towards Brandon. "NO." Xavier said in a quiet manner. "What do you mean 'NO', boy. Do you have common sense? This is my bakery. My rules. Now leave." Brandon replies sternly. Xavier looks at me again then leaves. What the fuck? "Do you see what I'm talking about? That man is weird." I say then go back to my working position at the counter. Brandon raised an eyebrow at me again and shakes his head. "You be dealing with some weird ones for sure."
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For the rest of the day, all I could think about was what had happened earlier that morning. Every time a customer came to the door I would jump. My nerves were shot and I was just so frustrated that he wasn't getting the hint. If my manager has to go and yell at him for him to get the hint...then so be it. I don't care, I just hope he gets it now. I watched the windows persistently in between the customers. When I was cleaning tables, I kept looking behind me to make sure nobody was going to sneak up on me. When the end of my shift came, I never been so upset. Now, I have to return to my isolated house with nobody there to protect me. Although, my mother is one call away, 4 blocks away, that still doesn't satisfy me. I won't tell Brandon this of course, he's already done enough to protect me today at the Bakery. I grab my small white purse, my keys, my black leather coat, and collect my tips for the day. I get in my car and started to go towards my house. It's 4:15 the radio clock reads, I connect my Bluetooth and turn on some Kendrick Lamar. I know I'm not supposed to drive and be on my phone but I got a lot of experience driving. Once I hit the long back-road, Route 56 , I switched my music to something more louder and energetic to try to ease my mind. I look in my review mirror and see really bright high beams behind me. I start to speed up because they are right on my ass, which is weird I'm going 60. The speed limit is 45. As soon as I speed up to 70, I drop my phone and pay attention more to the road. This road was known for corners and crooks. I speed up to 75, and the car behind speeds up as well. I speed up to 80, to try to get away one more time. Only this time, a deer ran in front of my fucking car.
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