Caught Between the Billionaire Twins

It’s been a while since she killed someone.

She remembers that encounter as though it happened last night.

Her last victim was the guy at the cashier in the grocery store, he was a sight that made sore eyes bleed.

The imbecile – her nickname for him, and apparently every other person that gets on her nerves– made her wait in the queue for over 50 minutes, all because he was flirting with the girl infront of her.

She was the typical pretty girl on the block, blonde hair, full lips and a cleavage any man would gladly break their marriages for and any woman would envy.

But not Alexa. She wasn’t one to care about how she looked, unless she was going to a job interview.

And on the day she killed the imbecile, she had an interview which, as always, ended with a rejection. Other times it ends in her flinging profanities at the staff, or security ‘escorting’ her out of the building but she’d much rather use the word ‘carted away’.

But while she stood on the queue, she still held a childish hope that she would be accepted this time, if she actually made it on time to the interview.

“Excuse me? Can we get the line moving?” She finally voiced out, her frustration clearly lacing her tone.

The imbecile eyed me for a moment, then looked away “Go to another counter then, I’m attending to this angel before me.” He said, with a disgusting smirk on his face as he looked at tits galore and she giggled sheepishly.

Alexa scoffed in disbelief as they continued shamelessy flirting in her face.

This was the only working cash register in this store, so it’s either the imbecile was blind or, he was Infact, an incredibly stupid imbecile.

Alexa believed she was normally a patient person, contrary to public opinion. But at that point, her patience was growing thin, about to disappear.

And so, she did what any sane person would have done in this situation – again, contrary to public opinion.

She brought out a butchers knife from her cross bag and in a swift movement, beheaded tits galore from behind, her head dropping to the floor like a ripe mango from a tree.

The imbecile’s eyes widened in fear, but before he could reach for the landline, Alexa lunged at him, treating his head as a dead turkey, drove the knife into his skull.

The handle protruded from his forehead, right between the eyes and before he fell to the ground, he strained his final words “pine-apple pi-zza is a-ss.”

And when Alexa woke up from that dream, she did know which she hated more, the imbecile cashier or pineapple pizza.

She would think about that some other day. But today, all that occupied her mind was the interview she was going for.

If she got this job, her life would never remain the same. Some people would say she was overreaching, applying for a job at one of the most prestigious company in New York– Cole Industries. But Alexa disagreed strongly.

She was the very definition of an overachiever, a woman that kept pushing for heights that society had told her she was incapable of reaching.

She loved to prove people wrong, and today was one of those days.

She clutched her CV to her side as she hurriedly walked down the sidewalk. She couldn’t afford to be late, she didn’t want them to have a reason to reject her. That was why she wore her most corporate attire, a sky blue bottoned up shirt adorned with a silver broach on the top right corner of her chest, paired with a black pencil skirt and a pair of flats.

She wasn’t particularly a fan of heels, because if she had to run like her life depended on it, heels would make that very difficult.

She wasn’t a fan of corporate stiff clothing either, she liked to be free, unrestricted, not held down by anything or any one. She’d at least like to move comfortably on a her own terms, but she has also accepted that sometimes, comfort must be sacrificed for results.

And today, she would get those results.

Her footsteps quickened as she glanced at her watch– it was 10a.m. Thirty minutes before her interview.

It would take her fifteen minutes to get to the building, ten minutes to hyperventilate and give herself a pep talk and then the last five to sit and wait nervously to be called upon.

She was right on time. But she had to maintain her pace, she could not afford to be late. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, she couldn’t mess it up.

She already passed the first stage of the interview, so she had to show she was the most capable for the job.

As she was about to cross the road, after glancing at the pedestrian traffic light, she almost lost her life.

The sleek black Mercedes was only a second away from ramming into her and flinging her across the road, before it came to a sudden halt.

She should have walked away. She should have thanked the universe for sparing her life and continued her journey.

But Alexa was not the type to turn a blind eye, especially if it almost cost her life.

She marched to the driver’s side of the car and knocked on the tinted window with a growing anger.

It finally wound down and revealed a face so handsome, she almost forgot that he was this close to running her over. A perfectly chiseled jaw, lips painted with the color of cherry blossoms, and eyes that rivaled with the beauty of the sky. She had never seen a face so…so -

“You’re clearly not blind.” His deep voice drew her out of her daydreaming.

Her brows furrowed, “Excuse me?”

“If you’re not blind, then why would you run infront of a moving vehicle?”

Alexa could not believe what she was hearing. She scoffed, “Well if you could see clearly, you would have seen the traffic light turn red – unless you’re color blind.”

“If you’re expecting an apology from me for your inability to decode traffic lights correctly, then you’re wasting my time.” He stated, not even regarding Alexa as his eyes remained on the road.

At this point, Alexa was fuming. She had forgotten for a brief moment that she had only thirty minutes, now twenty five minutes, to get to her interview.

But one thing she hated more than the imbecile cashier and pineapple pizza was an entitled egotistical man.

So she did what any sane person would do, again, contrary to public opinion. The handsome egotistical man could not believe his eyes.

“What the–?”