Hard to Love

IX

Olive's pov

Since my dad cut my mom and me off I was forced to get a job. Not that I'm complaining, it's been great working and earning my own money but my mom deserves better.

Since all I'm skilled in is business and art, but only professionally trained in the business field I had no other choice but to work in an office building. As a personal assistant.

It's bloody boring and the type of job I was avoiding but hey the pay is good. At this point I'm in it for the money. I had money saved up from my allowances so I've been using that money to pay for my moms medical bills. It's been tough for her because she's gradually getting worse and she doesn't look like my mom anymore but she's strong so I know she'll get through this.

She's got to.

"Miss Quinn come to my office." My boss Charles Wallace says over my office's intercom. "Yes sir?" I say as I appear from behind the door with his daily coffee.
"Have a seat." I do as he says after shutting the door. "Miss Quinn, what's next on my schedule?" He asks me while I give him the coffee and begin reading his schedule as usual. This has been our routine every morning for the past three weeks.

"Oh umm well let me see" I fumble through my folder "Well at 2 you have a meeting with Mr. Westley about new contractors and at 5 with Mrs. Donaldson then nothing else until tomorrow night at the private charity gala-" "Would you like to go with me Olive?" Mr. Wallace cuts me off.

I was dumbfounded. Although he is only five years older than me, handsome, I still find it weird. "I- I don't know Sir." He gets up from his chair and walks around and squats right in front of me. "Come on Miss Quinn it'll be fun." He speaks darkly as his hand touches my knee and glides up my thigh. I shudder. I don't know what to do. I'm frozen.

He moves his other hand dangerously close to my private parts. The sudden movement makes me jump up out of my chair causing him to fall backwards.

I run for the door but not fast enough. Stupid heels. I can feel his towering body behind me with his arms on side of my body, caging me in. One of his hands lowers to the door knob and locks it. I'm trapped.

I don't turn to face him when he tells me to, so he turns me around harshly making my back slam against the door. Hopefully someone heard and comes to my rescue.

He lick his lips as his hands grab my waist and I flinch. "Now be a good girl and don't scream." He smirks while I cringe. He lowers his head to become face to face with me and leans in for a kiss while his hands lower to my butt. Before he can kiss me, I kick him where the sun doesn't shine. I take the opportunity to unlock the door and run.

I didn't even bother to take the elevator, I took the stairs instead. I'm on the 8th floor.
I didn't stop running when I got to the lobby I ran though the revolving doors and onto the streets. My vision, now clouded with tears threatening to flow over, didn't allow me to see the red no crossing sign as I ran.

   Now I know how deers felt when a car was barreling towards them. The bus didn't seem to be slowing anytime soon. I was glued in place by fear and prepared myself for my inevitable death.

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Word Count: 625