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?

My hands are clenching my leather files. I could feel the outdoor breeze cutting through my skin down to my screaming mind and tensed heart.

The garden is so natural and aesthetic. I could see so many perfect colours and neat cuts. The Gardner certainly did a nice job, every view screaming wealth and riches.

I walked slowly with every pace one step at a time, my eyes were everywhere from the top building, to the angles, to the flowers, to the cars, to him!

Shiiiiiiit right, him. He is still here with me, his lips twitching gently in pride, sure he deserves it, because damn his villa is very surreal.

"Be careful with your steps mam".

"Pls don't call me mam". I retorted back

"I'm Emily, daughter of Richard Williams". My face beaming with pride.

"Yeah I know , you're quite popular around here" he said, his face straight and firm like that gives him serious competition.

"You look too tired, your face is melting". He said sharply walking faster than me this time with every step moving with precision.

Wait, I'm melting? Who is he to say that my face melts? I'm still traumatized by what happened earlier.

"And who are you if I may ask"? My tone is getting deeper this time.

"You can call me Eric Carter the son of James Carter and the Heir to the Carter financial enterprise".

That's enough! I know you well now. The son of the man that walks alone, no partnership just earns his hard, rough and sweaty money independently.

James Carter, my dad's superior and more likely to be the biggest billionaire in this terrain.

My mind is screaming Go Home!

"That's nice," I said sharply. I didn't seem to be amazed or baffled by him or his father. I've always had a suspicious feeling about how they make their corporate investments and equity assets. I know they're into manufacturing and logistics but I can't decipher if that's their source of wealth.

"Pls join me in my room, there is ample space there, and it's more warm for you to rest". He said, with a sharp smile that looks innocent but I don't trust it.

Like you could sit me down on the fine sofa, I could watch some TV that's relaxing, instead you choose your room, why are men so direct and always in a rush?

"Okay"! My voice is loud with a weary sigh on my face and a pretend smile to back it up.

He lets me gently to his room I couldn't say no, I was tired and filled with thoughts, and his presence seemed to shatter every living sense in me, his textured crop hair, his muscles hugging his dress shirt, every step he makes sends a shiver to my spines my mind skips every time he makes that intimidating step of his.

Every moment with him felt like a pause, a hold to my existence, his warm breath and deep voice chokes my throat, my lips are dry, my tongues are itchy, my heart longs for his touch, my bosoms are hardened with every sense shooting out in deep response.

Fuuuuuuuuck I need this man on top of me!

"Let me get you something to drink". He said, while he moves to get the bottle from another room.

My Ass sits softly on his bed when I hear a soft knock on his door.

Who could that be?

I'm sure he isn't back that fast. And if he was back with the drink he shouldn't have knocked on his own door.

I moved to the door to open it slightly to check if it's a cat.

Then Boom___ His mother, Mrs Sarah Carter at the tip of the door entrance, she wore a grimace on her face when she saw me, a striking look of total disgust.

I heard of how she treats women that come into her house with her son. She once threw a model out with relentless dogs after she jumped a story and landed on the sedan car downstairs, skipping her legs out the gate to escape fully from her grip.

I simply hate dogs. I hate women that protect their sons and I can't run with my weak legs. I'm really scared of dogs.

Would this be the end of Emily Williams?.