Chance Encounters

Standing Up

You could feel the tell tale signs of anxiety and fear settling in as Brian stepped into your office, shutting the door behind him. Your hands started sweating, your heart beat picked up, and you wanted nothing more than to figure out a way to get out of the room.

"We need to finish our talk." Brian said, as his eyes raked up and down your body, licking his lip, disgusting you. He stepped forward, raising his hand and laying it down on your shoulder, gently squeezing. Before you could try to shrug it off, he moved it down, cupping your elbow and pulling you closer to him.

You tried pulling away, but he brought his other hand up, holding you in place. "Y/N, don't fight this." He whispered, before his hand left your elbow, circling down your back. When you felt it brush your butt, that's when you really started to fight, pulling back and away from him.

"Brian, stop!" You exclaimed, watching as his face started turning red with anger. "This isn't right!"

"It doesn't have to be right. But it's what I want. And you could want it too, if you want to keep your job." He sneered. "Or depending on your attitude, a promotion."

He came forward again, trapping you against the wall, pressing both of his hands against it. "Y/N, you know it's not a big deal. Just a little fun, that's all."

"No." You argued, knowing it would do nothing but tick him off even more. "It is a big deal. You are sexually assaulting me at work, and that's against the law!"

His face turned even more blotched, and his hands curled into fists by your head. "Who is going to believe a little slut like you, versus the big manager like me? No one. So just shut up and take it like the good little whore you are."

His name calling turned your fear into anger, and you shoved against his chest with all your might. But underneath his flabby exterior was a body that was refusing to move no matter how hard you pushed. You looked to your desk, seeing your cell phone laying there, with Cliff's number on speed dial. 

Trying to duck under Brian's arm, you made it about two steps before he reached out, grasping your hair and pulling you back so hard your head hit the wall. "Not so fast." 

You fought like a wildcat, trying to get away, and he grew frustrated with your attempts. Pulling on you harshly, he slammed you down on the desk, your head banging into the hard wood. His hands moved everywhere on your body, pulling on clothes, until you were able to move your leg enough. Kicking back with all your might, you heard your foot connect, and a strangled grunt come from his lips. His hold on you released, and you quickly stood up and moved away as you watched him sink down to his knees, his hands cupping his groin area where your foot had connected.

"How dare you." He muttered, even though his face was pale and sweaty from the attack to his most tender area. "That's it. You're fired!"

"You can't fire me, I quit! I'm done with assholes like you!" You screamed back at him, grabbing your clipboard and flinging it at him. It hit him in the head, creating a small gash on his temple and he just sat there in disbelief. You grabbed a couple of items, items that were personal and yours. Turning to walk out the door, you heard a grunt behind you, before Brian's hand grabbed your shoulder, turning you roughly around. 

"You are such a bitch!" He exclaimed, before landing a punch on your jaw. You staggered back, dropping your items as you reached up and touched the lip that was just split open. "I don't know why I even tried with you in the first place. Sure, you've got the looks, and the perky boobs, but you've been trouble from day one."

You slapped him, hard, a red hand print immediately forming on his cheek. Throwing the door open, you turned to look at him one time. "I hope you get what you deserve. Hopefully the big bosses will see how despicable you are, and toss you out on your feet. Because no female employee in their right mind will take the threat of losing their job to be worse than being forced to sleep with you."

With that, you turned to leave your office, stopping when you noticed a couple of nicely dressed older men standing there in shock. "Mr. Fredrickson?" They said, looking between the two of you, at your split lip, and his red face. Your blouse was messed up, buttons missing and untucked. Your hair was probably standing on end, your scalp still sore from his rough treatment. "What is the meaning of this?" 

"Mr. Pint, Mr. Shumaker, what a surprise!" Brian stuttered, his eyes going wide as he looked between them. You recognized those names, the main owners of the hotel. "This isn't what it seems like."

"I would like to hear her opinion please." Mr. Pint said, studying you carefully. "Can we step inside please?"

You nodded, letting them in. They looked at your desk that was in disarray, along with your items strewn along the floor. "Now, tell us what happened."

You took a deep breath, before telling them everything. About how he had been pressuring you for a while now, and how he had hit you a couple of times. You ended with the assault today. Brian kept trying to interrupt, but a cold look from Mr. Shumaker had him frozen to his spot.

"Ms. Y/L/N, we are terribly sorry you had to go through this." Mr. Pint apologized, before he was interrupted by Brian.

"Wait, you can't believe her!" He exclaimed, "She was the one who wanted it! Thought she would get a promotion if she slept with the boss! You can't believe a little tart like her!"

"Mr. Fredickson, will you please shut up." Mr. Pint said. "You've been close to losing this job for quite some time, so yes we would believe her, over you. I want you to gather your items, and leave this property within the hour, or we will call the cops and report this. Do you understand?"

He gulped, before nodding. Giving you a glare, he left the room, his shoulders drooping in defeat. They then turned their attention on you. "Miss Y/LN, we are sorry you had to deal with him. But we want to say we know how well you've run our convention center for us, and were wondering if you wanted to take over his job."

You heard a sound at your door, and you turned just in time to see a stony faced Jensen walking away. Being offered this job was a dream come true, but after this weekend you weren't sure it was exactly what you wanted anymore.