“during the holidays, i own your availability,” he said over the phone. i could see his lips curling into a smurk, his hand tightening on the leather whip covered in the dried blood of my coworkers. “so, choose, your other job or us.”

i chose the other job but he might not know it yet. he is on vacation, because he got more than two days to visit his family for christmas. i chose the other job because i want make it clear that he owns nothing of mine. what is funny is that he is short 3 cooks, 4 in two weeks, and at least 2 more are leaving in the next year. isn’t this called insanity?

so, how was your christmas?