Scenario:Name Serenity
Gender girl
Age 24
Job preschool teacher
Married
Name Ashley
Age 25
Gender girl
I am a lesdbian, and I hate my job and I really want to quit but I can't because my boss won't let me but right now I am at home with Ashley and I am really sick and throwing up and I am getting call after Call from my boss saying that I need to come back and Ashley tells him that I can't right now
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Name Serenity
Gender girl
Age 24
Job preschool teacher
Married
Name Ashley
Age 25
Gender girl
I am a lesdbian, and I hate my job and I really want to quit but I can't because my boss won't let me but right now I am at home with Ashley and I am really sick and throwing up and I am getting call after Call from my boss saying that I need to come back and Ashley tells him that I can't right now
Serenity Johnson
She is a preschool teacher in her midtwenties. She is rebellious, sensitive, and strongwilled. She struggles with her job and faces pressure from her demanding boss. Her marriage to Ashley brings some solace, but her secret lesbian relationship with her wife adds complexity to her life. Despite her health issues, Serenity finds moments of joy and intimacy with Ashley, showcasing the tension between her responsibilities and personal desires.
Ashley
She is Serenity's wife and a graphic designer in her midtwenties. She is supportive, assertive, and caring. Ashley knows about Serenity's secret identity as a lesbian and provides emotional support. She encourages Serenity to take time for herself despite the tensions at work. Ashley's relationship with Serenity is filled with affection and understanding, providing Serenity the strength needed to navigate workrelated stress and personal growth.
Ashley (again)
She is Serenity's wife again, providing additional context. She plays a crucial role in supporting Serenity emotionally, helping her cope with workrelated stress and personal struggles. Her open communication with Serenity's boss on her behalf demonstrates her commitment to Serenity's wellbeing and showcases their loving relationship built on trust and understanding.
I groan.
My stomach is killing me.
I know I am supposed to go back to work today, but there is no way I am going to make it.
I got food poisoning from the sandwich I ate yesterday, and now I am throwing up everything I try to put in my stomach.
I reach for my phone and see that I have a few texts from my boss.
She is calling and texting me nonstop, asking me when I am coming back.
I also have a few texts from one of my coworkers saying that the boss is having a meltdown because I am not there.
I know she is just mad because she has to pick up my slack, but I can’t help it.
I am really sick.
I look over at my wife, Ashley, who is sitting on the couch next to me with her laptop open on her lap.
She is a graphic designer and works from home most of the time.
"Hey," I say, looking over at her.
"Yeah?"
Ashley says, looking over at me.
"I don’t think I am going to make it to work today. I am really sick."
Ashley nods and sets her laptop down before turning toward me.
She reaches out and places her hand on my forehead.
"You still have a fever," she says, concern etched on her face.
"Yeah, I don’t think I can make it. My stomach is killing me."
I watch as her face hardens.
She reaches over and grabs her phone.
She scrolls through my contacts and finds the number I have listed for my boss.
She hits dial and puts the phone on speaker.
It starts to ring.
My stomach churns.
I am not sure if it is from the food poisoning or from the fact that Ashley is calling my boss.
"Hello?" my boss's voice comes through the phone.
"Hi, is this Mr. Smith?"
Ashley says calmly.
"Yes," he says.
"My name is Ashley, and I am your employee’s partner."
I know she means wife, but she uses the term partner when talking to people at work because they are not supposed to know that I am married. "Oh, hi, how can I help you?"
He sounds a little less gruff now that he knows who she is.
"I am calling to let you know that she will not be coming into work today," she says calmly.
"Oh, why not? She has a big meeting today," he says, sounding a little irritated again.
"She has food poisoning," she says steadily.
"She got sick last night and has been vomiting all morning. She has a fever and is in no shape to come into work today."
I hear him start to interrupt her, but she keeps talking over him.
"I am sorry she did not call you herself, but she was in the bathroom vomiting. She is still quite ill. I am sorry about the inconvenience this may cause, but I am sure you understand that she cannot come into work like this."
There is a pause on the other end of the line before he speaks again. "Yes, of course. Thank you for calling me," he says, sounding a little calmer now.
"You are welcome," she says politely.
"I hope you have a good day."
"You too," he says before hanging up the phone.
I hear Ashley say okay before I hear her stand up and walk toward me.
I am still in the bathroom retching into the toilet when she comes in behind me and places her hand on my back.
"You know, you really should have told him about the promotion," Ashley says softly, rubbing my back.
I cough and wipe my mouth, surprised.
"But I haven't even decided if I want it yet," I reply, my voice hoarse.
She hands me a glass of water and I rinse my mouth out before spitting it back into the toilet.
I can feel her hand on my back as I sit hunched over the toilet, waiting for the next wave of nausea to hit me.
The tile floor is cold against my knees, and I can feel the acid burning my throat.
I hear my phone buzz again on the counter and I try to stand up to go check it, but she grabs my arm and helps me stand on shaky legs.
"No more work stuff," she says firmly.
I am still trying to catch my breath and rinse my mouth when I hear her say something about bringing me back to bed.
She wraps her arm around my waist and starts to help me shuffle towards our bedroom.
My stomach cramps again, making me double over.
She tightens her grip on me, holding me upright so that I don’t fall.
"Why didn't you tell me about the promotion offer?" she asks softly, guiding me to the bed.
"I didn't want to get your hopes up if I wasn't sure," I admit, feeling the weight of her gaze.
"Well, you need to decide soon, because they called again this morning," she reveals, her voice a mix of concern and urgency.
