This choice: "about a dozen resturants" POV: Clara, Mari's overworked PA • Go Back...Chapter #4Clara y su jefe ir al Taco Bell by: Mr.Tones   Clara got a text while waiting in line to order in Taco Bell.
remember to ask them for extra EXTRA cheese on the nacos, they never put enough on them.
nachos*
oh and grab like 3 extra baja blasts plz and TY!
Glancing over she could see Marni already seated with her gut squashed into a booth waving at her happily, still polishing off what was left of her order from the last restaurant they went to. With a sigh that came from deep in her chest Clara texted Marni a simple "ok" as she walked up to the counter where a bubbly young man greeted her.
"Hi, welcome to Taco Bell, how can I help you today?"
"Hey, I've uh, got a pretty big order."
"No problem, just go ahead and let me know what you want!"
"Well, first I want to get four of the Supreme Variety Taco Party Packs-"
It seemed like after each show Marni's binges got bigger and bigger, though she guess that shouldn't be so surprising as Marni herself just kept getting bigger and bigger. Though it wasn't like she was small when Clara came to work for her. It had bewildered the small blond the first time she met her boss, the sheer size of the woman was hard to pair with her energetic radio voice.
"-three Bell Grandes, with as much cheese as you're allowed to give me on those-"
Clara had been looking to build her way up in the business and was ecstatic when she got this PA job. If she had known most of that job would be keeping a whale fed she might have had second thoughts, but too little too late. Marni wasn't a bad person and could be quite friendly honestly when she wasn't busy eating, but when did Marni not have food in her mouth? To complicate things more, Marni had that damned "life coach" she would text obsessively about everything, and their advice always seemed to somehow add more work to Clara's load.
"Is there any way you can just fill one of the jumbo bags with Cinnamon Twists?"
It drove the poor assistant mad. Whenever she tried to question Marni on it she always waved it off, or sent Clara off for another "snack run". Eventually she had just stopped asking all together, she already had enough on her plate trying to get Marni from one place and the other on time, keeping up her schedule, getting her food, helping her walk longer distances, and getting her food. Always more food. With all the stress and being around so much food all the time could anyone blame her for eating her feelings? Sure she had a bit of a muffin top now and her face was rounder, but she still looked tiny next to her billowing boss. At least that's what she liked to think to make herself feel better about the little indulgences that helped keep her sane.
"-and three-I mean SIX Baja Blasts. That's her order." Clara said, absentmindedly drumming her chubby belly as she pondered the menu, oblivious to the growing shock of the employee with each new item.
"For MY order, can I get... two of the soft taco combos."
There were still three more stops in Marni's binge after this, Clara figured she'd need the energy.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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