"Olivia was shot"?

My mum's tone was wavering, and emphatic she stood abruptly after my dad related the news. I'm still in bed , shocked by the news. I can't say anything yet to my father, my mixed emotions couldn't decipher if I'm happy that Olivia was shot earlier today or that my father just signed a contract that might lead to the company on the brink of faltering.

"Dad, I want to leave"! My words were sharp, my face was poised towards the paneled ceiling, my expression showed the grimace of disgust and serious anger.

"You can't leave, your body needs healing. I don't want any unknown incident to occur"

"Dad I'm fine, pls let me leave this place now"! My voice is getting louder this time.

"You can't, don't you get my words? It's not safe outside". Like seriously this man is trying to protect me? From who? At what pace? I ain't scared of anything.

My dad turned to leave very swiftly before I could say anything, I knew he was hiding something and I would kick the words out of his mouth if I had to.

I still don't believe he signed the contract. He knew perfectly the consequence of what he did, then why of all misfortune did he decide to sign this contract? He was forced to sign those papers, I believe so, but he won't say a thing all in the name of protecting me.

Weeks passed and my frail body became healed. I could walk, then I could get revenge. It wasn't quite long when I heard Olivia died in the emergency room fighting for her life.

Who killed her?

What happened to my father?

Who is behind all these sudden events?

Why I'm I thinking it out loud? I could start planning what to do by now.

"Your brother is at home, he should be busy with your father's meeting proposal". My mum said as she gently placed my head under the car trims.

The ride was soft with every sight busy and mute, with the sound proof of the car. My dad hasn't come to visit since the last time we talked. According to my mum, my dad has been in the company building for nights, and my brother has been helpful around the house.

I know he hates this situation, he isn't a fan of rigorous work, he loves extreme sports and women especially, with his fine spun hair, his sharp and chiseled features, and magnetic attraction which could draw a naive woman to his trousers wanting every bit of him and every taste of his dark handsome world.

The luxurious sedan got to our opulent residence, its gentle tires rolling softly on the landscaped grounds, with every view screaming luxury. I love this life and I would do anything to stay in it.

"Welcome Madame" Timothy's voice was sharp and submissive. His hands clutched the car handle with a soft bow, his hands still on the handle, he welcomed both me and mum into the villa.

The empty spaces and silent rooms gave humming sounds of boredom, I could hear my brother grumbling in his room, his hands flipped through loud papers, and fiscal reports. I guess he is doing my job now that I'm frail and recovering.

"You would be a better chief financial officer than anyone else in this family, " my mother said, wearing a soft smile. She could hear my brother's loud voice cutting through the humming sounds of the silence in the residence.

We were in the living chamber looking at each other in silence, our eyes looking for words to say, when a deep screech could be heard from the parking space with a sharp snap shutting the car doors swiftly accompanied by loud footsteps coming towards our direction.

"IT'S DONE! I'M A FINISHED MAN! I'VE FAILED THIS FAMILY". My dad stood still on the ground, one hand on his waist, the other stroking his face up then touching his forehead in a fatigued stance.

"What's wrong William"? My mum slightly raised herself up her hands still on the chair handle.

"Those guys have taken all my shares, they've burnt it all to the ground".

At first I was silent, no words, my face was numb, my heart was beating fast, my words had less time for saying anything yet.

Then.

"FUUUUUUUUCK"!

It all happened fast, the company's financial holdings now sold for a %10 profit which went to us as a form of compensation for the huge loss.

We had to sell most of our assets and sack most of our staff. I meant domestic household staff, not office staff for we had no company shares anymore. My brother and my mum went from executive staff to street workers, my dad went from owning a top financial shares in a vibrant financial company to a broken man who sits on the couch watching commercial News.

"Food is ready"! My mum brought out the plastic bags filled with vegetables,pasta noodles and fish. She brought it cooked, not organic. My mum can't cook. I can't cook. No one in the family can cook so we survive with plastic foods.

"Are you planning on getting a new job my dear"? My mum asked with a concerned tone.

"You know your brother and I can't feed this family alone, I'm doing lots of jobs including the back breaking ones". She continued.

"I had to clean deep shits in the toilet today", my brother interrupted, his hands already pushing the food into his mouth before using the fork.

He works overtime in the hotel, while my mum works in a retail store as a sales assistant.

"I'm working on it ma, tomorrow I will visit Mr Fletcher. I've booked an appointment with him." I said my face gummed to the food on the plastic surface with my mouth chewing slowly.

"Mr Fletcher!? Of all people I wouldn't consider that pervert". My brother blurts out.

"He isn't safe my dear" My mum said sharply.

"He will touch you before you bring your proposal, he is a flirty bastard". Now my brother is going too far.

"And I will kill him if he tries". I retorted back before he could say anything else.

Today is the D Day. My steps were fidgety, and I clenched my files tightly. I could see the building bustling with busy staff talking, laughing, some joking around, then moving abruptly to pick files, sign them and pick calls.

I was taken to Mr Fletcher 's office, where I'm given a seat in front of Fletcher who was pretending to take a call while sitting on his office couch.

This man didn't make me sit in front of his desk but his office couch, very interesting.

"How are you Emily? I heard what happened to your father and I'm deeply concerned and empathetic." He starts with his words slow and flirty.

"No problem sir. We're doing fine here" I affirmed.

"I believe you're looking for a job here at my enterprise?

"Yes sir".

"Let me make this easier for you, Emily, you're a fine young woman".

Wow! Just Wow, when did you start calling your enemy someone you hate, a fine young woman?

"I like to work one on one with you as my assistant." His hands are already moving towards my pencil skirt. He was fast, like he wanted to get inside my thighs and finally my panties.

I cleared my throat to bark the pervert off my body, but he seemed defiant to listen. He didn't waste time, he jolted me to the couch with less effort, gave me a swift push to my head, closed my mouth, then reached for my thighs.

Of course I fought back, my hands were in his face, my legs were struggling to jerk his hands off my skirt when suddenly I heard a strong swift push to his jaw making him fall to the other side of the couch.

Of course that wasn't me. Then who was it?

I could barely see him, he had textured crop hair, his biceps hugged the thick linen of his blazers, with a dress shirt.

He charged towards Mr Fletcher, holding his neck making him hard to breathe, then with swift hands, punched his jaw hard, well not hard enough, but he felt the pain.

I wonder who this guy in a dress shirt is, my hero??

The room is still, the low hum of the air conditioner accompanied by the soft tick of the clock and the whir of the computer could be heard alongside with the distant murmur of voices down the streets of the company's glass doors.

Everything is still,my heart is racing, my jaws are tightened, my hands are restless on the couch. I can't move, it's like I'm numb. I could see the person next to me clearly now his hands are still clenching Mr Fletcher's frail neck.

Imagine this old man trying to rape a 27 year old lady. Just Wow!

"You're disgusting"! The mystery man shoots.

"We're done, consider our official deal cancelled"he continued, his hands getting tighter on the grip, his jaws tightened and his lips squeezed.

"I can't work with an old pervert. You're a disappointment in your old age". He affirmed slowly lifting his hands off the old man's light neck before he broke them.

"Are you okay mam"? He said, stretching his hands forth in my direction. His whole demeanor speaks of confidence and ego, his straight looks and furrowed eyes sends chills to my spines. I could choke on his fragrance, his warm hands, his face, mostly his jaws, and his wide chest could warm me up while we Netflix and chill.

I couldn't think well at this moment, of course not because an handsome chilled man is in front of me, I'm still baffled and stuck by the rape attempt. My eyes are slightly soaked with tears of amazement and fear.

I reached for his hands gently and my lazy back slowly lifted from the couch. I gasped for breath when we touched each other, his hands sent an electric wave to my spine. I could feel it, I could touch him more, I could take this to a secret room and feel his touch more, I could open my thi....... Enough!

"Are you okay Mam"? He asks, his hands are patting my shoulders to wake me up from my shame.

My head is tilted a bit down to hide my soft face and also excitement, he touched my hands. I don't want him to let go, just hold me till I die pls.

"I'm okay sir". My voice chokes with a wavering sound like it's about to cry. I could see the old fart lying down on the ground, his hands on his neck trying to catch his breath.

And why won't I cry? I'm frustrated, I'm tired and full of shame, I'm feeling nauseated like I'm about to vomit, I hate the fact that a old man tried to rape me and not this olive toned, chiseled jaws, sculpted torso, and dominant aura of a man. He is the complete figure most women want on tinder.

Just hold me tight, jolt me back to the couch, be on top of me, thrust your hard spines through my soft flesh, I want this bastard to watch! Touch me deeply, shatter my cleavage open, reveal more of me..... shiiiiiiit, I'm not thinking straight anymore.

"Mam we're outside, do you mind if I take you home"? His voice sounded like a whisper; the loud noise of the street was deafening.

Wait what! we're outside the building already, are my thoughts that deep?

"Yes". My voice is low and gone, I can't hear myself even.

He opens the car door and gestures to me to get in, which I did like a zombie with no other thoughts or counter emotions.

Wait! How did this guy got to know I was about to be raped by an old man? How did he get to the scene fast like he was there the whole time?

I'm sure I didn't see him in the office building right from the hallways and slides of offices to the old man's door steps. I was alone with an assistant by my side.

Okay Maybe I screamed out loud but not too loud, I'm a strong and elegant woman I'm not a cry baby!

"We're here mam"! His car stops in a simple villa and a terraced garden with large separated buildings.

Shiiitt! I forgot to say something about my home address, but right now I'm slightly excited I'm not at home.

This guy stops me in front of his humble home, hello Mr what do you plan to do with me?