Infernal Attraction ©

Chapter I: Chance or Fate?

"Chance doesn't exist, everything comes from the deepest source of fate". -Ferrik.

Today is one of those days when I wake up hectic, as I often have dreams where a man chases me with the intention of taking my life. I've never understood, why do I have the same dream? The only thing I'm sure about is that I won't ever go through an alley alone when the night falls...

—Good morning, Bagui.

I say hello to my loyal companion, an adorable Cotton canine, with black and white hair and beautiful brown eyes. He's who always bathes me of kisses when I have nightmares.

As I pet him, I look the time at the clock and boggle as I see it's after 11:00hrs.

No way!...

I was late again to go to work.

I jump out of the bed, I hurry up to take the first clothes that I find in my wardrobe, which fortunately are the ones from my job.

A dark blue skirt, white formal shirt, high heels in combination with the colors chosen, and some accessories for my outfit to spend my day at the office.

A look at the clock, minutes fly and as I notice I don't have time for breakfast, I take a piece of bread that I left last night on the table and I put it in my purse.

I need to stop being so messy and unpunctual. I shouldn't be tempting my luck.

When will I stop being like this?

I say goodbye to my fluffy friend and go out to take the elevator of the building where I live. My neighborhood kindly stops the elevator doors so I can get inside.

—Thank you, Mr. Martins- -I affably say hello.

—Good morning, Miss Kailey, going late as usual?

Such an embarrassment! It's unbelievable that even my neighborhood labels me as irresponsible.

—Just a bit, Mr. Martins. I don't know what's happening to my alarm clock. – I draw a big smile on my face, I anxiously wait for the elevator to open the doors, run to the exit and call for a cab.

...

I arrive at my job, quickly wave everyone to sit on my desk to start working, before my "lovely" boss sees me. It's not that I don't like him, I just feel he's a little "intimidating".

When I turn on my computer, a deep and controlling voice echoes my ears. When I turn my chair, I find the elegant figure of a tall man, white skin and blue eyes that would invite any woman that stare them to get completely naked to the calmed sea reflected in his eyes.

Yes! I'm talking about my direct boss, Mr. Chris Evans.

—Good afternoon, Miss Campbell. Would you come with me to my office? -he projects seriousness.

Okay, this time my plan of going unseen didn't work. I don't know how to excuse myself.

Wait, should I tell him a friend of mine died so I had to give the family my condolences, and that's why I was late?

Oh my god, Kailey! What are you playing at?

—Goo...Good morning, Mr. Evans. Of course...Do you wish me to carry some of the files? –I ask to show him that I'm responsible at my assignments.

—No, Miss Campbell. That won't be necessary. -he sharply answers.

Great... I feel this is the last day I'll work for Luna Corp. Thank you, lack of punctuality!