Violet's Seduction

Chapter 3

Christopher Adams^^

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way and when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

Sometimes the most sensible and realistic things are said by the most unexpected people. Sometimes the criminals respect justice more than the law keepers. Sometimes, just sometimes the unexpected is the only normal thing in our lives.

So today when I woke up in the morning with an aching body and a motherfucking splitting headache, instead of whining like a little girl and throwing a tantrum, a ghost of a smile appeared on my face. Because this I could relate to, the pain. It made me realize that I had not lost the ability to feel.

Getting up I downed two Tylenols to help me with my bruised ribs and throbbing head, redid my bandages because the hideous cuts on my knuckles from hitting the not so terrifying Ogre aka Terror were still there. But I didn't regret it, never. Beating the shit out of him was totally worth it. Poor guy must have taken a serious blow to his ego.

As I entered the firm building wearing my usual business suit and peep-toe heels only this time white, I couldn't help but notice the constant stares on me. It was irritating the hell out of me but I resisted from snapping at each and everything that that was breathing around me. I had a lot of self control, you could say.

I bee-lined to the elevator that was only reserved for people working on Christopher's floor, meaning our secretaries and us. Today I was not in the mood to use general elevator which I usually used. Given my temper, I'd punch someone, not that I'd care but Christopher will have yet another lawsuit on his hands. And this time I won't be the one fighting the case.

"Hold the elevator!" a girl shouted from the other side of the almost closed door.

 Normally I wouldn't care but for some reason I thrust out my bag to keep the doors from closing. As soon as the door opened I saw an extremely flustered looking girl with strawberry blonde hair walked through. She looked up at me with big doe green eyes filled with fear. Why would she be afraid? She couldn't know me. We have never met; usually that expression is seen on people who work for or with me.

"Thank y-you, M-miss Styles." She stuttered. 

Ahh, so she did know me somehow.

"Do I know you?" I snapped not liking that I did not recognize the girl.

"N-no, I-I mean-n, I am new here. I am here for an interview with Mr. Adams. For his personal assistant, mam. I h-have read a lot about you-u." Stuttered out looking extremely flustered. Chris was going to have a field day with this one.

"You do realize what happened to his last assistant don't you?" I asked her, scoffing at her naïveness. 

 What was she, his third assistant this month? I'd give her a day before she goes back crying from wherever she came from. I mean she looked like she came straight out of one of those damsels in distress novels where a poor awkward girl is saved by a fucking knight in shining armor and then they live happily ever after, load of bull if I you as me. 

With her plaid knee length skirt, bright red long sleeved top, oval reading glasses and hair tied up in a messy bun I'd say she is the personification of Damsel in Distress. 

So when she replied to my question, pushing her glasses up her pointed nose, to say I was surprised would be an understatement. And mind you, not many things surprise me.

"Y-yes Miss Styles. Mr. Adams maybe k-known for many t-things but discretion isn't one of them-m. And to be...never mind." I was intrigued so I prodded.