Chapter 8: She agreed.

“Hello, am I speaking to Mirable?”

Franklin’s voice formally came through the cell of a twenty-two year old girl. With shaky voice she replied.

“Y-yes, I’m Mirable”

“Congratulations, you’ve been hired for the secretary position. Starting Monday report to Maston Corp hundredth floor”

Her hands went over her mouth, shock and relief graced her expression but mostly gratitude. It took a second but she finally regained her composure and answered.

“Thank you-”

The sound of loud clashes of broken glass interrupted her. It was loud enough to even capture Franklin’s attention over the phone and before he could ask about the situation the call dropped.

Something felt terribly off and he wasn’t wrong for thinking that, because over there at Mirable’s house hell had set loose!

She didn’t know when the phone in her hands fell to the ground but she found herself in the kitchen dragging her father off her mom with all her might!

As usual, her feeble hands were no match for an aged man, just a