MERCY

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"It's here! So now you don't have to be cranky anymore!"

"Finally," I said with a sigh, taking a sip of my decaf coffee. "This was just what I needed Raphael, keep up the work; you'll be on your way to a raise!"

"That would be a dream, but reality is calling." He said and quickly left the room. Only the sound of my black matte door closing with my coffee sipping filled the air.
'A break is just what I needed; Sailor and I should go somewhere maybe'

*KNOCK*

but hard knocking on my door quickly disrupted my thought process. 'What's with everyone coming to me in the morning?'  I thought while scrunching my nose in frustration and sighed.

"Come in," I said with tones of annoyance, but that only turned into curiosity when I saw who it was, "Darian Rodgers, what can I do to make your acquaintance,"  I flashed a smile only for him to angrily walk to me and thrust a letter and a thick file in my face then slammed on my desk.'

'He looks rough'

"I'm giving you my letter of resignation and that file you want to ruin my life for." He said firmly.

"Oh, the company would hate to see you go. If you don't mind me asking, why are you leaving also I have no idea what you're talking about?" I already knew why and what, but I just kept flashing a smile.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Darian stared at me with suspicion, "Did you tell anyone about you know." and he gestured to the table.

Playing dumb, I pouted and said, "How do you know I split coffee on my table please don't tell anyone I'll get in so much trouble."

"Don't fucking play with me. Did you tell anyone we fucked or not?!" He said while slamming his hands on the table, taking me by surprise as he raised his voice.

Hiding my surprise, I calmly spoke out, "No, why would I?"

"You lying bitch, I was blackmailed, with a sex tape involving our activities here. They said they would tell my wife and then I was told to bring the file of all the evidence I collected about this company's wrongdoings to you as well, also having to quit my job. Then you're trying to tell me you had nothing to do with it."

"Maybe you shouldn't try to bring a company to the ground," I said dismissively. Then I felt a hand on my hair. My neck jerked in response to my hair getting pulled hard. Struggling to get out of Darian's grip, I started hitting Darian's chest only to have my head turn to the side. My mouth dropped in bewilderment and shock as I could feel the blood rushing to one side of my face. He slapped me. It was starting to sting.

That was it. "Security!" I screamed as loud as I could. Darian was now shocked and panicking, he let go of my hair and turned towards the door.

He wasn't going to get away with this. I opened my drawer and took out a small pocket knife slicing a bit of my skin enough to show visible blood before placing the knife in his coat pocket, knowing he wouldn't feel it,then the waterworks started when I could hear the security's footsteps outside the door.

"You bitch," he spat out as security quickly surrounded him.

Crying hard and holding my chest, I spat out, "He has a knife. He harmed me, please call the police." I dropped my hand to show my self-inflicted wound.

"What? No, I- It wasn't me, she fucking did it, I swear." Darian spat out angrily and confused.

"Search him." My head guard said.

The other security guards started searching Darian. Their attention was on him. I stared at Darian and wiped my tears.
"Found a knife on him," said one of the guards holding the silver switchblade as they all examined him.

"Take him away until the police come, please. " I said, my voice still shaky.
They all nodded in agreement while restraining him by his arms; they took him out of the office.
I mean, it wasn't an act, I was a bit shaken up, and that wound does hurt but not as much as that slap.

Darian did try to threaten my life he's a big man; it's what he deserved. I sighed and picked up my coffee, looking at my shaky hand. 'Still warm'

I stared at the file made by Darian that would've brought this company to the ground. It was thick and had papers of different shades. I knew the information in the file had been collected over some time. I'm not opening it. After all, ignorance is bliss. I'll make sure it gets passed to the owner.

The police came and took my statement. One count of assault was charged against Darian Rodgers. Due to my father's underground influence as well as judicial connections. Darian was sentenced to 7 years in jail. He didn't even get a court date. It was just that simple. It was harsh if you ask me, but he dared to put a hand on me and conspire to bring this company to the ground. My company, Mine.

The only consequence of his conspiracy was supposed to be blackmail. But oh well I guess, he'll get anger management classes while locked up in jail. Sitting back in my chair, I looked at my table mirror and frowned. 'I talked to the police and got him in jail all while looking like this..'

Taking a comb from my desk's cupboard, I brushed the hairs sticking up where he pulled and remembered the incidents that occurred. 'Can I keep living like this?'