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HERS

I coughed softly, wishing that my uneasiness was unnoticeable.

I got on my period last night, and today is the presentation.
Sometimes I wish I was a man, I wondered what they thought about, how their mind worked.

My boss sat beside me, he was incredibly handsome. And we all knew that this multi-billion dollar company was just his 'side business' there were rumours that he was a part of the underworld. Most of us didn't believe it. The rest did not want to believe it. 

Because on the contrary, he was a good leader. He was kind to his employers and good at handling his business without anyone else getting into it.
I was happy I got my presentation out the way first. This is unusual because I'd always wait for others to go first and see the expectations bar.

But I think it went well. Everyone clapped, I couldn't wait to get home. I had told Val to stay over tonight. Bree had put these new movies in my head, and I had to watch them.

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The meeting ended, and we all dismissed, immediately picking up our bags and going to the exit doors.

Most of them went to the cafeteria to celebrate. But I had a different way of celebrating now. And I loved it.

I bid goodbye to Micah before making my way to my car. 

As I reached close, I unlocked it with my key. And just as I reached it. I was tripped.

I gasped, spraining my ankle in these high heels. 
Before I could turn around, a hand pushed me to the ground. And I fell face-first into the concrete floor.

My nose broke immediately, I could tell by the blood that immediately splattered out.

I screamed, my reflexes glitched, and I did everything possible to get free. I kicked and squirmed. But nothing did against the harsh hand still pushing into my back.

I soon felt another of their hand grab my hair, tangling it in their hand before pulling them up. My head rose up and I screamed, but I was quickly shut up.
He had smashed my head in the concrete, taking me out like a light.

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I woke up with pain radiating through my body.
My legs, hands, chest, nose and especially my head hurt like a bitch.
I noticed I was tied down to a chair, unable to move.

But there was no cloth around my mouth.
"You're up!" someone said from behind me. I heard them shuffle before slowly walking around me, standing right before me.

My gut wrenched. I knew what to do. Don't let them know you're scared. Be confident, and act superior.

That's what Quora said at least. And I would waste my life on the random stranger who wrote that. 

"I've been waiting to meet you, darling," he said, I only noticed his face. But before that, I looked around. I was in a warehouse. A giant one, big packages were set around, and only one light lit the round. But it was enough. It was a big light. The kind that they use on school turfs.

I again, looked at him. I was analysing him. 

He was an old man, around 70 years old, but still fit. He was balding and his incomplete beard was white. He had dyed his remaining hair. It was obvious. He was short and his long coat was surely out of fashion for the past 50 years.

He slowly put his hand on my chin, I turned away. The last thing I want is his filthy hands on me.

"Who are you?" I asked, 
"I should be asking you that," he replied.