𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ☏︎

𝟑𝟒 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓

DAMIEN

I'm at the gas station, filling up petrol in my car when a hooded man walks out of the store. He stops to get something out of his pocket and when he looks up, he looks familiar.

He looks just like a grown Danté.

Then he jogs back to his beat up black mercedes, and drives off. He's probably just a random man I'll never see again.

But it doesn't leave my thoughts. On the drive to work, the idea keeps floating around in my head. What if he's still alive? What if that was actually him? He looked so much like him in an uncanny way.

I park in my designated spot, enter the building and get started with work. I'm just on time and I expected Nevaeh to be as well, but she's not there.

I don't know how I'm gonna face her again after the way we left things yesterday. I was growing quite fond of her, and I want to believe that she didn't do anything yesterday but the proof is all there.

I'm not mad that she posted those things. Not even the company secrets. It's the fact that she lied to me over and over again.

If she didn't do it, then who did? I've checked over the CCTV countless times yet I can't see anyone going inside my office.

Then I watched Alejandro kiss her. His lips were all over what's mine. I sighed of relief when she pushed him away and ran off. I know she lied about being with him just to hurt me, and she succeeded.

"Mr. Anderson?" I'm brought out of my thoughts almost immediately, a little hopeful to see Nevaeh. She should be coming in today, she didn't call in sick like I expected her to.

It's not her. It's the woman that I hired to organise the renovation of our offices. "Your assistant's office has been repaired." She informs me. I nod, and she leaves.

The clock ticks, and with every minute she's late, I start getting irritated. I haven't called her yet. There's no point, seeing as she blocked me.

I go to the Twitter account just out of pure curiosity, wondering if the posts have been taken down. They're no longer there, I think she took them down.

I click on her profile, when I realise that something's off. Her user doesn't match. It's not the same account that I follow.

Fuck.

She really wasn't lying. Somebody framed her, and I already know who it is. Anger sears through me, more angry at myself than at Sadie. I didn't believe her.

Before I know it I'm marching down to Sadie's office, the anger on my face so evident that passing employees tremble and quiver at my burning glare.

I knock on her office door and she tells me to come in. "Damien! What a surprise-"

"You're fired." I say calmly. She stares at me confused, putting her pen down, before she cracks a smile and starts to laugh. "I'm being pretty fucking serious. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Her laughter comes to a halt. "I want you to pack your things and leave, now." I begin. "Don't bother working in this area of work again because I'll make sure every other company puts you on their blacklist."

"H-huh?" She stands and rushes over to me, confused and panicked. "What do you mean? W-What did I do?"

"You know what you did. Framing somebody else for posting confidential information on social media." She starts shaking her head.

Her lip quivers. "No, no, it wasn't me. I would never stoop that low, I-"

"Save your shitty excuse, and get the fuck out of here." I interrupt. She breaks out into a sob, still shaking her head.