Chapter 7

Skai's POV

My bedside alarm beeps jolting me back to life. I push aside the sweaty bed sheets and swing my legs over the side of the mattress. My leg hits the fluffy rug as I stand up wearing my comfy bedroom slippers.

I move to the other side of the room, drawing the drapes and opening the window.

I peep out of the window to have a view of the lonely street- few cars are moving . Letting the chilling air fill my senses, I breathed in and out. I have been on assignments for the past week, getting used to the environment.

I arrange my bed, dusting over the crunchy bit of chips I had at midnight. I cleared my table and tidied up the room. It's now a routine.

I moved to the kitchen area to make some sandwiches and tea. Not a fan of coffee. Shoveling the sandwich into my mouth,I leaned against the counter, and checked the time. It's just 6am.

Going back to the room, I open the middle part of my desk. Pulling the file out, I took a look at the content. I have an idea of almost every detail about them. Each passing day, I wander deep into my mission.

My eyes moved to the glass wall art frame of a two faced wall art facing opposite sides with contradicting colours - black and white.

It reminds me of my personality.

Painting and artworks was my dream before it was crumpled like a piece of paper.

I have more than enough reasons to seek justice

A sense of betrayal hits the bottom of my stomach and shoots straight to my chest.

I remember painting my used notebooks every weekend with my mother holding my hands with encouraging smiles.

I've been accepted to work in the company and I start today. A smile lines my face remembering my decision.

What do one wear to an office?

As I scan through the clothing examples I've been sent. Just great.

I headed straight to my closet and checked the selection of clothes. I pulled down different outfits .

Time to slip into my persona. I'm no longer Skai Collins. I'm no longer Enzo, the swift killer. I'm now Sophia Brown.

All my information has been changed and I cannot be traced to the BER corp.

I enter the bathroom and get into the shower, letting the water calm my tense nerves. I let the water spill over and wash away Skai Collins. In her place,now stands the innocent, little lamb named Sophia Brown.

I washed my short hair and dried it with a towel and exited the bathroom to get ready for my first day at work.

I throw on my black suit and blazers with red bottom silhouette heels. I do my makeup with peachy perfect eyeshadows that make my light green eyes pop, with a nude lip-

Thanks to YouTube videos. Chunky gold earrings to enhance my looks. A bit of mascara and apply my false eyelashes.

I place my journal, laptop, my wallet, ID card and other essentials in my bag.

Once my hair is blown and straightened to an inch of life, I'm good to go.

I stared at myself in the mirror and nodded approvingly at the woman staring at me.

Leaving the house, I locked my door.

I boarded a cab heading straight to the LIAS group. The driver looks stern with a quite wrinkled face.

I alighted and paid the driver off as I stared at the building.

This is the beginning of a new life, a new mission.

It's easy to lie down but it takes courage to stand up and fight

The security on the door, dressed in all black, tall and muscular with a stoic expression on his face. He nodded and I entered, flashing him a smile.

I entered into the large reception, a long chandelier hanging down with the company name inscribed on the wall - white light peeking beneath it. The waiting area is directly opposite the reception.

The ache that never died resurfaces like a demon.

Time heals everything is a big fat lie.

Ten years later, I still feel the loss to my bones.

I walked over to the lady behind the large white console desk and said “Hi I'm here for work” as I presented my ID.

She returned the smile revealing her gapped and perfect teeth “You must be the new lady, …

She has blonde hair, blue eyes and a narrow face.

She seems nice but not all devils have dark eyes. I refuse to be deceived by first impressions.

Never again..

“ There's an elevator on the right corner, she pointed. Move to the second floor, the third room on the left side”.

I nodded “Thanks”.

As I walked through the corridor of the second floor, I was hearing voices which became clearer with every single step I took.

I halted in my tracks right in front of the door, trying to comprehend the situation. It's a female toilet.

Sexual assault in a company. No, this is rape.

These people need to be put in their places.

The corridor is so silent, looking forward and backward there's no trace of anybody. I hope I'm not on the wrong floor.

“I don't want to do this sir”, the female cries with a shaky voice.

“I want you and I always get what I want”.

“I keep wondering how you’d feel with my hands fisted in your hair and my dick shoved deep down your throat.”

“How'd you feel as i fuck you against this wall until you pass out?”, he said in a casual tone

Or how'd you taste when I tongue fuck you?

My ear burns at the crudeness of his explicit words.

Does he even think before he talks?

His hand wraps around her mouth, suffocating her breathing.

She mumbled cries.

“Calm down and be a good girl. Patience has never been my strength.Now, take off your skirt.”. He groaned with confidence.

I hate that use weak softies as their target.

I wanted to ignore it. A voice in my head screams the very opposite. This happened to me.

What do you do when something bad happens, and you know that you could have done something about it? Who do you blame?

What if I had arrived a moment earlier or a moment later?

What if I hadn’t taken so long to straighten my hair? Or choose my earrings?

I barged the door open “Which of the languages she speaks don't you understand”, my eyes flickering with dark emotions.