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Back in his work office, Zane was having trouble completely reading the blue prompt as many of his colleagues were screaming hysterically. Looking around he coolly observed everyone.
There were quite a few heavily injured people laying in blood on the floor. Zane was dismayed at how badly they were wounded, but he already knew the possibility was there. "They must have chosen a combat related job, and a high one at that."
Zane wasn't sure if the dead would be transported back. The Embst Sovereignty was no charity. They merely cared about their own interests. A dead man could not work.
"Stop screaming and help me stop the bleeding!" A beautiful brunette in a bloody white blouse shouted. The hysterical cries and shouts became muffled whispers of complaints, but no one walked forward to help.
Seeing this, Zane tore the long sleeves of his shift, exposing his skinny pale arms. Making his way quickly over, he crouched down beside the man laying on the floor and offered the rags of his shift to the brunette.
"Tell me what to do," Zane requested.
"Use your rag and apply pressure where my hands are. I'm going to let go. This is crazy, but I'm going to try something." His colleague answered.
Zane followed her orders. Bundling the long price of fabric together, he pressed down on the side of the man's stomach as the lady speedily pulled away her hands. He felt a surge of warm liquid seep through the cloth into his hands.
The man groaned weakly in pain, but Zane applied enough pressure to stop the dripping blood off the cloth. Unlike Zane, the young man on the floor had a strong, muscular, and robust body. Even after much blood loss, he was still able to hang on.
Looking at the handsome face smeared with dirt and dried blood, Zane realized who he was keeping alive. With his handsome face and the facade of his friendly nature, many opened up to Zach only to be manipulated into submission or toyed with underhanded attacks. The terrible colleague was a spiteful antagonizer that belittled Zane and many others to get his way.
He loved making subtle snide remarks and got away with his acts of bullying. The human resources department, who couldn't do their job, simply gave him slaps on the wrists as they never wrote him up or took any meaningful action. Many other employees left the company due to his abhorrent behavior.
Zane didn't hate the guy. Rather, he likened Zach to an immature child, who lashed out for attention. However, although he didn't hate Zach, Zane very much disliked his cocky attitude and subtle bullying remarks about his work ethics and appearance.
Zane was the type who hated leaving tasks incomplete, and therefore he was always on top of his work and praised by management. Zach nicknamed him the happy slave worker. Because Zane was unresponsive to his tactics, Zach continued to attack his physique and appearance.
He often sarcastically joked loudly to others while Zane was around to try to get a reaction out of him. He loved pushing small talk into indirect insults with remarks like, "Maybe I should get some glasses, I could use four-eyes. The big boss is fooled that smart people wear them.'' or like, "you know why skinny people look good in everything? Because they're transparent. You can't see them"
Zane thought the situation was ironic as he was helping the guy he secretly wished would get a taste of his own medicine. "If Zack lives through this, he better stop being an asshole." Zane knew it would be hopeless though. Can't make a rotten apple whole again. Ignoring the prick, Zane went to look towards the woman for further instructions.
He was stunned. Her gorgeous looks had temporarily caused Zane to lose his hold on the bloody cloth.
"Careful!" The woman exclaimed
Snapping out of it he reapplied pressure on the clothing, causing Zach to mumble out a groan. The pretty lady moved her hands over Zanes and closed her eyes. "I hope this works," she said as her hands started to glow. Slowly the intensity of the light got brighter, and Zane could feel a comforting warmth moving through his hands and filling his body. All three were enveloped in a brilliant light that enveloped the room.
After the light slowly faded to a dim, Zane looked bewildered as he thought he was in the presence of a holy being. The young woman glowed with the divinity of an angel. Refined and elegant yet also soft and merciful. Exhausted, the woman gracefully fell back to a sitting position.
Muffled moans broke Zane's dumbstruck stare at the angelic existence before him. Zach slowly rose up dazed and confused, but he too was also mesmerized by unworldly beauty before him.
"You alright Zach?" Concerned, Zane asked. As if waking him from the perfect dream with the most annoying voice of the person Zach detested, he shot an angry glare at Zane.
"Still an asshole. I knew it." Zane said to himself. "He helped save your life." the woman stated to Zack. With a face full of reluctance, Zack did not want to believe the words of the angelic voice speaking to him.
"No, you did. How did you do that?" Zane asked.
With completely change in attitude, Zack budged into the conversation. "You saved me, I owe a debt of a life. I am grateful that such a beautiful and kind-hearted being such as yourself saved me. May I ask for your name?"
"I'm Liliana, you can call me Lily. But it wasn't only me. That guy there saved you too." Pointing at Zane, she explained.
Zack was unwilling to acknowledge his nemesis, but for the sake of getting on the good side of the stunning young woman, he compromised. "Thank you Zane," Zack said with a slight undertone of resistance. Zane knew how difficult it was for someone like Zack to deliver a word of thanks. Laughing inside to himself, he nodded at Zack's insincere gratitude.