Taya's POV
I starred at the tall glass-walled building in front of me, thinking of how I could change my mind even though I knew that chance died two days ago. I wanted so bad to turn around and walk away like the last three days of my life never happened, but I couldn't move even an inch. It was like my feet was dug to the ground. But I had to do this. Yes, I had to. For mama. For me.
I took a deep breath and adjusted my coat nervously, trying to gather my confidence. I hated being here, I hated being anywhere, being alive, everything. But surprisingly or should I say annoyingly, I'm still breathing this contaminated air with these bastards that call themselves humans. Hmph, fuck humanity.
I held my handbag firmly and walked into the building with my head held high knowing that it was not the time to lose it, not a bit. I could feel their eyes on me like some bomb that was about to explode right in front of them. Well, have fun for all I care, assholes. I stepped into the elevator and thanked goodness it was just me in.
The elevator doors opened to the eighth floor of the building. I walked to the office that I was instructed to go to but stopped at the door trying to contain myself. For a moment I felt all my confidence drop. The air circulation decelerated with every passing second. 'Mama, where are you.' My vision became blurry and my head heavy. I held on to the door tightly like my life depended on it, with the fear of losing my balance.
I had footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, and I knew at this point I had to contain myself. No one should see me like this, no one can see me like this. The door opened right when I finished fixing my situation, revealing a short brunette woman, probably in her early thirties, looking tense and probably surprised to see me. She waved at me and quickly left literally running towards the elevator. This bastard has done something again, will never be surprised though.
I sighed loudly to calm myself down then knocked at the door. I let myself in, not waiting for the response and behold the one and only, Mr. Larkin Rupert, the number one fan of disgusting the shit out of me. This rogue makes me wanna throw up each time I see him.
He looked at me up and down then smiled which I ignored knowing very well where this was going. I hated this man with everything in me. He was the cause of all the mess in mine and my mother's life.
He stood up and walked round his desk approaching me and I moved backwards to keep the distance as big as possible. I stopped when my back collided with the door. I could literally hear my heartbeats as I breathed heavily. His face was drawing dangerously close to mine, and I could feel myself on the verge of a panic attack. I tried to push him off but, he pressed himself against me even more, making me wanna scream.
I struggled more and at some point, I felt weak on my knees and the air circulation in my lungs seemed to stop. I felt my eyes get watery and I wanted so bad to cry but I suppress it.
I gathered all the strength I could and stepped on his foot hard using my heel causing a loud groan to leave his throat, while holding his leg. Nice, Taya, that was a good one, I thought. I put my hand over my chest regaining a steady heart rhythm, all while still looking at him, not wanted to lose my guard. This bastard never gives up.
As said, he put his foot down and regained his posture, stalking towards me again. No, not again. I really need someone to save me this time because I can't deal with him again.
"Don't come close to me or..." he cut in before I could finish my threat, now standing right in front of me with a mischievous smirk.
"Or what, baby? You'll hit me, or maybe, scream? Oh, come on, look at you. Trembling. Go on, scream. I assure you no one will here you let alone come to save you. So be a good girl and comply. And don't forget I'm your boss now, only what I say goes, whether you like it or not," he said.
"This was not part of the agreement. This is assault," I tried so hard not to stutter.
"Who cares about the fucking agreement, what matters is that I'm your boss and you listen to me. Assault my foot. Do you know what assault is? Can I show you what assault is?" He blustered out angrily grabbing my throat harshly. I gasped, trying to loosen the grip but I was so weak, and I hated it, I hated being weak. I felt tears roll down my cheeks uncontrollably and my adrenaline drop.
He leaned closer to my ears and whispered. "You're lucky I gave your mother my word, otherwise, you have no idea what I'd have done to you for speaking to me like that and having the guts to step on me," he voiced taking a few steps away from me. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and wiped the tears.
"Too many guts for a bastard like you," I shot him a glare at that statement, and he returned it with one too. Hmph, this bitch.
"What? Struck a nerve? I didn't lie though. You're just like your father, shameless." At the mention of my father, I blew.
"Well, he was shameless but at least he respected women and never forced himself or put his hands on a woman just because he's a man. And that is why mama loved him. He was way better than you and you know it, that's why hate him." I could see him fuming. "What? Struck a nerve?" I mimicked.
He stomped toward me ready to slap me, but he stopped when he heard a knock at the door, which made me jump a little cause I was leaning against it. I quickly fixed myself and stepped away from it. Mr. Rupert walked to his chair and cleared his throat before voicing a 'come in'.
The door opened revealing the brunette lady from earlier. She looked uncomfortable and scared but as soon as she saw me, she relaxed. Same girl, same. She gave some report to him, and he ordered her to show me my office. Goodness, how I wanted to leave this room. She bowed respectfully and gestured for me to follow her. We walked out of that office, and I released a long sigh finally getting some fresh air.
"Hi, I'm Meryl Watson, you can just call me Meryl," she altered putting her hand out for me to shake. Well, that was sudden and also, I'm not a fan of skin contact, but she seems like a nice person. But who cares. I just nodded at her, and she gave me a confused look, which I returned with a smirk. "Shall we?" I asked gesturing for her to lead the way.
We took the elevator to the third floor and walked down the hallway to the second last door on the left row. "I'll see you around," she said, and I nodded, entering the office. It wasn't big neither was it small, just an average comfortable size. Well, this one will do, for now.