Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The King Enterprise

With a deep breath Myra sighed as she took her steps into the gigantic building which still somehow didn’t cease to amaze her.

Her senses was alight, all thanks to her being a werewolf. “Hi, I have an…”

“Room 56, the office by the left,” the receptionist cut her shot as she chew her gum.

Myra smiled gratefully at the receptionist and made her way towards Room 56. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of nervousness and excitement. This job meant everything to her. It was her chance to prove herself capable of taking care of not just herself, but also her baby.

Pushing open the door, she found herself face-to-face with a middle-aged man, his eyes glued to his laptop screen. His disheveled hair and worn-out suit hinted at the long hours he must have put into his work. Myra cleared her throat to get his attention, not wishing to interrupt, but unable to suppress her nerves any longer.

Startled, the manager looked up, and the moment their eyes met, Myra sensed something off. She caught a whiff of lust hanging in the air, a scent that was all too familiar to her as a werewolf. But she brushed it off, focusing on the task at hand.

"Um, excuse me," Myra began, her voice steady, "I have an appointment for the secretary job."

The manager's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, making her uncomfortable, but she refused to let it distract her. He motioned for her to take a seat, and she obliged, sitting on the edge of the chair, trying to maintain her composure.

"Alright," he said, leaning back in his chair, "Let's start with your CV and qualifications."

Myra swallowed hard, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. "Well, you see, I don't have any of those," she admitted, her voice tinged with both hope and uncertainty. "But I can assure you that I'm a quick learner, and if you tell me what needs to be done, I'll give it my best shot."

The manager burst into laughter, his amusement filling the room. Myra's heart sank as her hopes wavered.

"You expect me to hire someone without any qualifications or experience?" he scoffed, wiping a tear from his eye. "That's absurd!"

Myra's cheeks flushed, but she maintained her composure. "I understand it's unusual, but I really need this job," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "I have a baby to take care of, and I don't want to be a burden on my friend Augustine anymore. I'm willing to work hard and prove myself if given the chance."

The manager's laughter subsided, and he leaned forward, his expression suddenly serious. "You know, it's not a problem that you lack qualifications," he said, a sly grin playing on his face. "I could help you out with that."

Myra's eyebrows furrowed, a sense of unease creeping up her spine. "What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.

The manager rose from his seat, sauntering towards her with an unsettling confidence. He reached out and touched her cheek, his eyes filled with lustful intent. "I can make all your dreams come true," he whispered, his voice low and filled with malicious intent.

Myra's instincts kicked in as she recognized the danger before her. She slapped his hand away, her eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger. "I came here seeking a fair opportunity, not to be subjected to your advances!"

The manager's face twisted into a mask of anger, his voice dripping with venom. "You'll regret this," he spat, his words laced with malice. "I'll ensure that you never find a job anywhere!"

In that moment, Myra's rage consumed her. She couldn't just stand by and let this man ruin her chances of providing for her child. With a swift movement, she delivered a powerful punch to the manager's gut, causing him to double over in pain.

"My worth is not determined by your corrupt practices," she declared, her voice strong and unwavering. She turned on her heel and stormed out of his office, leaving behind a shocked and humiliated man.

* * * * *

Myra stood outside the building, tears streaming down her face, feeling utterly devastated. Her dreams of finding a job to support herself and her child seemed to crumble before her eyes. She could hardly believe how cruel and degrading her encounter with the manager had been.

This was not the first time this had happened. All the places she had gone to, she'd met with the same fate.

As she wiped her tears away, her phone suddenly rang. It startled her, as she had only recently acquired it and was still getting used to operating it. Remembering the instructions Augustine had given her, she fumbled to answer the call.

"Hello?" Myra's voice was shaky as she spoke, her emotions still raw.

"Hey, it's Augustine," the familiar kind voice greeted her on the other end. "How did it go at the interview?"

Myra's heart sank, and her voice trembled as she recounted the encounter with the manager. "He laughed at me, Augustine. He asked for my CV and qualifications, and when I told him I didn't have any, he... he tried to force himself on me."

Anger boiled within Augustine as he listened to Myra's distressing account. He knew he had to act swiftly to rectify the situation. "Stay right there, Myra. I'll take care of it. Don't go anywhere."

With a glimmer of hope, Myra nodded silently, even though Augustine couldn't see her. She trusted Augustine to handle the situation.

Soon, the manager returned, his eyes filled with fear and regret. He stumbled to the ground, his knees buckling beneath him. He desperately pleaded for Myra's forgiveness, realizing the gravity of his actions and the consequences they could bring.

"You... you have to understand," he stammered, tears welling in his eyes. "I wasn't thinking clearly. I was wrong, so wrong...please, I didn't know.... I don't want to loose this job... I'm so sorry."

Myra stood there, torn between anger and pity. It was evident that fear consumed him, and part of her wanted to revel in his misery. However, another part urged her to consider forgiveness and giving him a chance for redemption.

Eventually, she extended a small gesture of mercy, allowing him the opportunity to make amends. "Fine, tell me what I need to know. If you're truly sorry, you'll help me, not harm me."