Shouldn't Want Her But i Do

Who are you?

"Go after her," The tall lady ordered.

Allison watched her assistant scurry off to please once again, but she could never fully satisfy her.

Moving her eyes to the red faces clerk who conveniently started typing nonsense on the computer to look busy. And then walked away, pathetic.

This whole company is useless, she doesn't see the opportunities in this job, even though her great grandfather loved it so much it was still a piece of shit.

Maybe he just loved having power.

Because there has been no massive jump and never a big sale.

She finally walks towards the elevator, pressing level A and ignoring the clerks exaggerated sigh of relief when the marble doors close.
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Michelle.

I hate it here.

I'm soaked and shivering and would actually range being in the colossal building with awkward atmosphere.

At least they had heating.

As I'm about to enter a small charity shop, I feel a presence behind me.

"Miss?,'

The lady holds a stoic expression standing identically like a statue.
But she had an umbrella so I let her finish her sentence.

"If you would please follow me, the boss has ordered you." She then hovers her black umbrella above the both of us moving to grab my arm.

I furrow my brows stepping far away from her. "Who's boss? I-I'm not going anywhere,"

She doesn't say a word, just  standing still.

Until not one but three other women wearing the same black suits emerge from around the corner, eyes watch us as they stalk closer towards me.

Passersby do there job and ignore me like they have always done. My heart plummets at the sight of the women.

"Allison's orders?" One mumbles to the other, watching them nod then grab both of my arms.

I scream for help, I start to feel dizzy watching my suitcase falling into the first woman's hand as the others struggle to drag me away from the highstreet.

My throat grows dry and hoarse and my gut clenches tight making me feel sick, waves of anxiety flush through me when I run out of energy, they're much stronger and have the under hand.

The last thing I see is the fourth woman speaking into a black mic, before my eyes are blinded with black cloth.