Contrary to public opinion, Alexa believed she had an ‘above average’ moral standard that she was not willing to compromise for anything.

But this wasn’t even about morals.

It was the fact that this pathetic excuse of a man before abused whatever little power he had to get his way.

He desperately needed to be humbled.

And Alexa? She knew a thing or two about putting entitled men in their place.

Most especially when they pissed her off.

She smiled widely as she walked up to his slouched figure in the chair, “I should make you happy, hm?”

He nodded, his smile widening as she got on her knees, undoing his belt.

He shut his eyes and threw his head back, already anticipating her mouth taking all of him.

He had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now? He finally had her where he wanted her.

Or so he thought.

He was so distracted in his fantasy that he did not notice when she reached for the pocket knife in her bag.

She held it her hand tightly, and in a swift movement, she stabbed him. Hard. 

His scream was music to her ears. The tears that fell shamelessly from his eyes as he fell to floor pleased her dearly.

But not as much as the blood on her hands.

“You fucking bitch!!!” He screamed, his eyes red with anger.

With a menacing smirk on her face, she walked up to him and stomped on his crotch.

Over.

And over.

And over.

His cries grew louder and louder with every stomp.

And she loved it.

“Fucking imbecile!” She swore and then spat on his face, “If I had more time, I would have chopped off your dick, fed it to you and still walked free.” She smiled sinisterly as she spoke.

She wiped the blood of the pocket knife with his shirt, as he whimpered.

“Stupid fuck!” She spat as she stormed out the office, slamming the door behind her.

She stormed out of the club, whilst cursing under her breath, ignoring the questioning eyes of the customers and the staff.

They had heard the screams, but none said anything. Whatever it was, there were better off not knowing.

Alexa didn’t even know where she was walking to. She just kept marching, until the club was no longer in sight.

And as she walked, she noticed people, glancing at her shirt briefly and turning away.

And when she looked down, she saw that imbecile’s blood on her shirt.

And suddenly, she stopped and with everything in her she screamed at the top of lungs, “FUCK!!!!”

People probably thought she was insane, with the wary stares they gave her as they passed.

But that was the least of her concerns right now.

Now? She was fucked. From all directions. Without mercy.

She turned back to the direction of her apartment. No sane person woud hire her with blood splatter on her shirt.

As if her day couldn’t get any more fucked, she saw a paper pasted on her door.

It was an eviction notice.

She had two weeks before she was homeless… again.

She didn’t even have the strength to scream, or cry.

She sighed deeply as she walked into the apartment, collapsing into the couch in defeat.

She felt like she had run out of options. She knew how hard it was to get that job at the club.

Before that, she was doing odd jobs, house keeping, baby sitting, cleaning services. But none was ever enough to sustain her, especially with the crippling debt on her shoulders.

It felt like life was closing on in her, and there was no escaping it.

But no matter how terrible her life had been, she never gave up.

And she wouldn’t start now.

She rose up, changed her blouse quickly and strode out the door, facing life head on.

And for one week, she did just that. And she was met with disappointment.

No one would hire her. It wasn’t surprising.

Who would want to hire someone with a past like hers?

But on one evening, as she wallowed away on the couch, after another day of endless rejections, the universe delivered a miracle.

One she never thought she’d receive.

Her eyes widened as she read it over and over.

She couldn’t believe it.

‘You’ve been selected for an interview with Cole Industries. 7p.m.’

She began to pace back and forth, contemplating on what she should do next.

Under normal circumstances, this was a great opportunity. One she would have jumped at almost immediately.

But these weren’t normal circumstances. She couldn’t help but think it was unusual, however desperate she was.

The encounters she had had with Mr. Cole were anything far from… favorable towards her.

So why would she still be considered? Was it a glitch in the system? Probably.

And why was the interview by 7pm? She had never had an interview anytime later than 4p.m. and that was because she had spent an hour pleading the landlady to not evict her.

Something did not sit right. And under normal circumstances, she would ignore the message.

But her life was far from normal. The stakes were too high.

She checked her phone for the time– it was 6:20pm.

She quickly wore her usual job seeking attire, black pants and a black shirt this time, incase she decided to get blood on her hands again.

She rushed out of the apartment, her heart pounding with every step she took. She didn’t know what to expect at the interview.

She could only hope that things will turn in her favor for once in her life. Just once.

When she reached the office, it was 6:45p.m.– she was just on time.

“Hi, uhm, I’m here for an interview…” she said as she approached the receptionist.

“Name?” The receptionist responded, not tearing her eyes from the desktop screen before her.

“Alexa. Alexa Carson.”

She greeted her response, clicking away at the keyboards for a moment and then she paused.

She looked up at Alexa, her brows furrowing slightly before she spoke, “Last floor… second office.”

“Thanks.” Alexa ignored the look she gave her and proceeded to the elevator, clicking on the 21st floor.

It was an excruciatingly long wait. She tried but failed desperately at calming her heartbeat.

Maybe she should turn back. Maybe this wasn’t such a good-

The doors opened immediately, like it was a sign from the universe to go on. To not run.

And she listened.

As she stepped out of the elevator, she was greeted with the glimmering light of a chandelier that hung from the ceiling and the smell of cinnamon and vanilla.

As she walked into the space, she saw a desk in the corner. It was probably his secretary.

“Excuse me, I’m here for an interview.” She said once she reached the desk.

The secretary said nothing, but proceeded to dial a number on the landline.

“Sir… Yes sir.” Then she dropped the phone, “You can go in.” She said curtly.

“Thank you.” Alexa responded politely walking towards the second door on her left.

When she got in front of the door, she paused, her shaky hands hovering over the handle for a moment.

This was it.

This was her shot.

And she would not miss it.

Heaving a deep sigh, she opened the door.

She had hoped she would meet someone else.

But she wasn’t surprised when she saw his muscular figure in the leather chair behind the dark mahogany desk.

When he looked up from the papers he was reading, she swallowed as his sky blue eyes regarded her.

The air was heavy with his intimidating aura, but Alexa showed no sign of cowering, even though her heart shook slightly.

“You’re still roaming the streets unemployed?” He stated after a moment, his eyes not leaving her.

As offended as she was, she swallowed it. “I wouldn’t call it roaming… but yes, I am unemployed.” She bit back.

“I’ve never seen anyone so foolish.” He scoffed.

“Excuse me?” It left her lips before she could think.

As he poured himself a glass of wine, what he said next made her very unsteady.

“An ex-convict applying for a job at my company. Expecting to get hired? That’s foolery at its finest.”