Satrya:
I f*cked up,
sh*t,
f*ck,
sh*t!
It was a reflex she came in my personal space; I felt threatened so I had snatched her by her throat, lifted her, slammed her into the floor, then raised my leg to stab her with my heel.
So it was like this... Erm... How it started.
There I was sitting at my desk typing out an email in reply to an investor my boss had asked with details on what we wanted to invest in and the outline of the recommended income and all that other boring drivel.
Mind you, since I'm like this on the inside I'm 1000% professional. I wrote that email reply like a total boss every word and paragraph filled with detailed information.
So after rereading it about five times because yeh, you can never ever be too careful with millions on the line.
Right after I sent it and was about to send a copy to said boss, who was on a call with mother dearest, this eyesore popped up.
I have no idea how she got past security, but there this woman stood directly in front of me first and just walking past me as if I was invisible.
For someone who thought the world revolved around her... Erm yeh... That's in my mind, OK.
Moving on, I was annoyed seriously I was annoyed she dared to ignore me treating me as if I was merely air!
I then said in an extremely professional voice; "Excuse me, miss... You can not enter.. Miss... The boss is on a call with his... Miss... Miss! Please come this way or I will be forced to call security!"
I stood and walked to stand in front of my desk you know hands clasped in front of me my skirt not too tight not to lose mid-calf with a pair of black sheer stockings and kitten toe heels in nude, my shirt was high collared with a frill down the middle slightly loose as well paired with a jacket directly to mid-calf in a Cape design while my red hair was tucked in a high bun with zero decorations and my face ah yeh this was plain just some moisturiser and lip gloss but ah since I was naturally gorgeous my natural beauty can not be hidden.
I still looked extremely perfect.
(sigh lady get on with the tale ah we all want to know)
'it was you!'
The woman turned on me, eyes blazing like I swear I saw a fire there for a moment she looked as if she wanted to kill me.
In all honesty since the work party I had not seen this eyesore, but lo-and-behold here she stood in some tight low-cut dress with an expensive-looking fur coat and long hair falling to her waist, with some high heels.
She looked about ready to jump on my boss and do him until she died from sheer pleasure.
I'm all about that because in my mind I'm 200% sure about doing some mega-hot dude until I get that relief I've been craving but unable to have lately.
But erm, that's all personal OK...I have standards unlike this thot in front of me.
Anyway, she continued with her screaming entering the place I've claimed as my Satrya Bennett's personal space and well she raised her hand to slap me.
Now I'll say this, I'm not a pushover.
I don't believe I'll give you one chance to hit me and retaliate on the second.
No, I'm sorry I'll beat you until your breathing becomes choppy and your heart stutters to beat... I will beat you until you cough blood and pass out from the pain and you begin to see the white f*cking light.
If you give an inch just once... There will be another and another until it's a mile.
F*ck prison, it was self-defence... self- mother- f*cking- defence. So anyway, we should return to the present OK.
The one who was roaring at me a moment ago and f***ing dared to try to attack me was still at my feet, where she f***ing belonged grovelling.
"I'd warned you, now you are nice and still-" I cut myself off, taking my heel from the female I smoothed down the sides of my jacket then looked at my boss who was staring at me strangely.
"Am I fired?" I asked meekly the twisted look in my face was gone; it was as if it was never there.
Tch this c*nt woman had ruined my perfect job by appearing and agitating me, I tried my best not to glare down in raw disgust at the woman beneath me. When she went to rise my gaze snapped to her, a sneer on my face, and she froze still on her knees: good little dog. (dragon satrya... Dragon hmm both start with D though meh whatever)
"Satrya, I know you are not to allow anyone to interrupt me when I am speaking to my mother, but don't you think that almost killing her was a bit much?'
I know my mouth my mother f*cking mouth is so big; it was so good before but the stress of this build-up of not being able to find release; I spoke something that I shouldn't have.
I couldn't hold it back, "It was not in the contract as to how,"
"You were to be professional at all times,"
I had nothing to say to that beating this c*nt really was unprofessional of me. Stepping away from the female a bit I looked past my boss, I've never rarely looked at him, I refused to most of the time it might seem I am but I really wasn't.
My desk phone rang, and I walked to it, answering it.
"Hello boss Feng Office, secretary Bennett speaking. Please state your name and the reason for your call and if Boss Feng is available, I will put you true immediately."
It was his mother I felt trapped suddenly. Why did I feel trapped?
I don't do well with the feeling of being trapped I tended to do dumb shit; I needed to leave.
"Hello?.. Ah, Mrs Bennett, this is madam Feng... I was just conversing with my son..."
she was talking, I answered, praying that I sounded professional and then I wished her a good day and hung up.
Turning to my boss, I ignored the female who was still on her knees, wow can't believe he had f***ed her ugh.
"I have a message when your guest has been dealt with, sir,"
"Satrya, you may take the rest of the day off I will call you,"
I nodded, packing up my stuff and stepping out, I made sure to turn to the female one last time and allowed her to see my utter displeasure.
Then closed the door, took the private elevator to the parking lot and drove home.
I took my time, anger had to be held in check I can't be ruining sh** all the time, this world was unfair but freedom I wanted to keep my freedom.
Maybe now with at least one certificate, I can move on from my job, my boss was professional. What I did wasn't, but the contract was still for another year if I forcefully broke it there would be an issue to pay.
Then I thought of my husband, who was an influential man, perhaps if I spoke to him?
What I did today can not be erased, all I can do is pray that the female didn't die from the beating, but somehow I was sure she wouldn't die.