To be woman is to be rational. To be level headed, forgiving, peaceful, overflowing with patience and fight against injustice.

That was what her neighbor, Mrs Tim, always told her years ago anytime she came over to stay, on days her father was no where to be seen.

But now, Alexa only remembered one thing out of all the good things she was taught. And she was about to put it in practice.

She would fight against injustice, the only way she knew how.

As she marched infront of the handsome arrogant man’s car and began to raise her skirt, confusion laced his features.

“What the-?”

He was used to women being all over him, but being this desperate for his attention? To give him a strip show in the middle of the road?

Now that was new.

But he had never met a woman like Alexa. Once she raised her pencil skirt to her mid thigh and she had enough room for movement, she jumped on the bonnet of his car.

The arrogant man came out of the car immediately “Are you insane???” He yelled, his face turning a tint of red in anger.

“You’re the insane one for almost running me off the road!” She retorted

“Get off my car now or I’ll call the police!!” He warned.

She scoffed, stomping on the bonnet as she spoke, “Go ahead! Call the fucking police! Let’s see if they’ll take your side for almost killing me!”

“I will have your deranged ass thrown in prison and you will never see the light of day!” He hissed, the veins on his neck almost popping.

And she laughed. And that only made him more angry.

“At least you know I’m deranged. That’s a start. If you don’t apologize to me right now, I’ll show you how crazy I can be.” She said, unaware of the eyes that had begun to draw towards them.

Or maybe she was aware. She just did not have a fuck to give.

He chuckled dryly to her absurd request, “Do you know who I am??” He asked, an air of arrogance oozing off him, it made Alexa sick.

“You could be the president’s grandchild for all I care. I want an apology.” She said sternly, her chin raised high.

And it was true. She did not care how much money he had or who his father was, she would not be disrespected.

She had met his type before, especially in the club where she worked part time as a waitress.

And she always dreamt of giving them the same end that imbecile cashier had in her dreams.

“You ran into a moving vehicle, proceeded to damage my car, that you clearly cannot afford even if you were sold, and harrass me, and I should apologize?” He asked as though her request was absolutely absurd. “You belong in an asylum.”

The maniacal laughter that escaped her lips did nothing to show the fury brewing within.

“And you clearly have shit for brains. Because if your brain was properly developed, you’d know that red fucking means stop.” She spat out, pointing at the traffic light as her blood boiled.

The arrogant handsome man’s eyes flickered around him, noticing the gathering crowd.

If he had his way, he’d throw her on the streets and run her over, just as he was accused of doing.

“Aren’t you ashamed in the slightest? Making a fool of yourself like this infront of people??” He asked, his voice low, as though he was afraid that someone might hear him.

“Me? Ashamed???” She scoffed, “the only person who should be- “ before she could land her killer punchy insult, her phone rang.

And at that moment, she came back to her senses.

It was 10:25 a.m. Five minutes before the interview that would change her life forever.

And she was about to miss it because of this douchebag before her.

“Oh shit!!” She exclaimed, jumping off the car without even giving him a glance and running like her life depended on it – imagine if she had worn heels.

She did not stop running until she got to the reception of the building.

“I-I’m he-re f-or an inter-view” she managed to heave out, trying to catch her breath in the process.

The last time she had ran this fast was five years ago, but back then, she wasn’t fast enough. And she keeps facing the consequences even now.

The receptionist eyed her for a moment but asked no questions, if she was selected to be interviewed for a job in Cole Industries, she would run too.

“Second floor, first office to your right.” She said, turning back to the screen before her.

“Thank you.” Alexa replied hurriedly as she ran to the elevator, pressing the button for the second floor multiple times as though it would make the elevator move any quicker.

She glanced at her watch again– 10:33a.m.

“Fuck! Fuck!!” She muttered under her breath, and after what seemed like forever, she finally reached the second floor.

Immediately the door opened, she rushed out and as she turned to her right, as if today couldnt get any worse, she bumped into someone.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so so so sorry!” The lady said apologetically, but Alexa wasn’t even paying attention.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” She said absentmindedly and was about to walk off when the lady stopped her.

“Excuse me, but I have –“

“Please come with me, I have another shirt you can borrow.” She said as she began to drag her to another direction.

“Why would I –“ Alexa paused when she glanced at her shirt.

She had painstakingly ironed this shirt over and over to make sure there were no creases. To make sure the interviewer didn’t spot any blemish.

Just to get coffee spilled on it.

Today was just not her day.

As the lady dragged her into a room, she brought out a black blouse from her bag.

“It’s not as pretty as your shirt, but it’s all I have,” she said as she handed Alexa the blouse, “once again, I’m sincerely sorry.”

Alexa was too on edge to lash out on her. All she was thinking about now was the interview.

Would they still take her after this??

“Thank you.” Alexa said halfheartedly, offering a tight smile.

“I’ll leave you to dress,” the lady said and turned to leave. But as she reached the door handle she turned again, and with a huge smile she said “and goodluck on your interview, I have a feeling you’re going to do great.”

Once she left the room, Alexa smiled lightly as she quickly dressed.

Hopefully the lady’s premonitions would come true and they would ignore her lateness and other pressing unavoidable factors and miraculously hired her.

Alexa was not religious. But today, for the first time in years, she prayed.

After she wore the blouse, hopeful that it looked presentable on her because there was no mirror in the room to determine that.

And as she reached the door, hand gripping the handle tightly, she took a deep breath

“You can do this.” She whispered to herself, and then she walked out the room, heading straight to the office for the interview.

Probably the universe got her prayer wrong. Probably it was mixed up with another’s.

Because when the elevator door opened, she saw him, in his full arrogant glory.

And immediately, as though he had sensed her anger radiating, he turned towards her, his brow furrowed instantly.

“You??”