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~Be careful of the curse. ~A man who's pure at heart and says his prayers by night may still become a wolf when the moon is bright. ~If you could only see, the beast you made me. I held it in but now, it seems you let it running free. ~The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound. ~I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollowed ground.

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I jolted awake to the sound of loud, obnoxious hard rock music and frantically looked around the room to only see a lime green. I blindly smacked my alarm, still sitting up on my bed with a distracting wall of green.

When my mind became less fuzzy, I realized there was just a piece of paper attached to my forehead. I tore it off with a groan and read it.

Don’t look in the mirror.

I’m just so mean when I’m bored.

From,

One tall, dark and mouth-wateringly handsome creature

“Creature,” I muttered, followed by a shiver.

Of course, I tore my gaze up from the note to look directly at my reflection in the vanity mirror in front of my bed. I let out a small squeal and crushed the post-it in my hand.

He drew all over my face. Everywhere. Every inch from the top of my hairline to the bottom of my chin was completely covered in what seemed to be black lipstick. I shot up from the bed and hurried over to the mirror where yet another post-it was placed on the mirror that read:

Such beauty in darkness, my little Licorice. <3

I let out yet another angry squeal and tore the piece of paper into quarters with my mouth like an animal before throwing the pieces across the room and letting out a roar.

He painted my whole face.

With my expensive lipstick.

And he thought that made us even?

“You. Have. To. Be. Kidding. Me!”

The door to my room opened. I whirled around.

As we locked eyes, both Marcy and myself looked as if we were going to die where we stood. A moment flashed in my mind that I was relieved she was ok after what happened the night before. The thought quickly vanished when I was reminded by the mirror next to me that my entire face was painted black.

“OH MY GOD! YOUR FACE…WHY…IS….IT…” She galloped over with her mouth gaped open and hovered her hands over my cheeks. “You’re…” Her eyes darted to the alarm clock, “...so late for work.”

“What?” I twirled around to face the alarm clock. I was three hours late. “Crap! Out! Out!” I shooed Marcy out of the room and rampaged around the bed and closet as I threw clothes onto my bed trying to pick out an outfit.

I am SO in trouble!

I pulled on black slacks and a buttoned on a dark blue blouse before I slipped on some painful looking heals. I dashed out of the room into the bathroom and screamed for the third time that morning.

I forgot about my face.

Turning on the sink, I scrubbed my face pink until every inch of the black was off of my skin. I brushed on some makeup to hid the redness of my skin, applied eyeliner, mascara and pulled my long hair that was seriously in need of a weed whacker/ chainsaw haircut into a pony tail.

I descended the steps of the apartment stupidly, because of my sudden overpowering fear of elevators. My legs started to shake with nervousness when I reached the bottom step when a thought crossed my mind that David would most likely scream at me for being so late.

I waved down a taxi, paid them and ushered them to drive fast.

“I’m so thirsty,” I muttered to myself as I stared out the window. I had no memory of the last time I took a sip of water and I hadn’t had a drink of anything all morning since I was in such a rush.

“Here. I have a water bottle,” the driver said.

I clutched the water bottle from them and without thinking twice chugged half of it down. “Thanks! I’ll pay for this too I guess.”

He nodded in the reer view mirror, his small eyes staying on me as he drove. He stopped the car almost reluctantly and gave me a hard stare. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” I said with a small smile. It was a lie, since my body was feeling a little weak. I marked it down as I had a cold and opened the Taxi door.

“Wait!” he said hurriedly. “You forgot you’re um….purse.”

I glanced back at the seat and saw it blur a little. I blinked and it was back to normal. My purse wasn’t there. “No I didn’t,” I said and slammed the door behind me.

What a creep.

I turned to look up the Devin & Son Loan Building with worried eyes. I was focusing so much on all the scenarios I would face once I walked into my Boss’ office three and a half hours late, that I started to hyperventilate a little.

Then I started to hyperventilate a lot.

Then I started seeing things. And by seeing things I mean the people on the street looked distorted and dark. I crashed into one man who’s face looked angled all wrong and scary. I felt a burning hot hand grab onto my arm. “Videbis veraveritate revelationis in superficie,” a man’s voice whispered to me in almost a chant. I felt the hand on my arm squeeze even harder, becoming a scorching temperature.

You will see the truth in truths revealing surface.

I screamed and went to punch them but by the time I turned they were gone.

My arm lit into flames and spread throughout my body. Sweat started to pour down my face even in the thirty-something degree weather.

Then I stumbled into her.

The girl with the pink Mohawk I spotted weeks before. But she had piercings that lined the bridge of her nose and light red eyes that matched the red blouse she was wearing. I blinked as I held onto her shoulders.

Her face changed and this time she had no piercings, and no pink Mohawk. She had long blonde hair and dark eyes.

“Are you ok, Hun?” she asked as she gently pulled me towards the building. “Do you need help?”

“No…no,” I gasped as I entered the building with staggering legs. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me...I…you…Mohawk….”

She frowned. I felt myself plop into a chair and vaguely knew I was on the first floor of the office building in a plush chair. People roamed around the place with suitcases.

“What?”

“Who are you?”

She gave me a strange look. “Who are you?”

“I don’t know,” I said quietly, feeling as if the world was slightly spinning. I stood up and tried to walk towards the center of the room. People brushed past me without apologies and whacked me by accident with their suitcases. The heat in the room seemed to increase. I tried to focus on something that was still. The girl in front of me shook my shoulders and yelled something at the people around her.

I’m going crazy, I thought to myself.

Everyone in the room stopped and seemed to stare at me.

I swayed on my feet trying not to fall towards any of the workers.

It probably looked like I was doing some sort of tribal dance.

I found myself closing my eyes and collapsed against a hard chest. They instantly hoisted me off of my feet and carried me into an unknown direction. I felt the air around me constrict as we entered a dimmed, small area.

They dropped me against the wall and I heard a “ding!”

The elevator.

“She looks completely normal,” a voice said in dry sarcasm from the end of the elevator.

I felt the sweat on my forehead start to dry slightly but my vision was still blurry. In front of me were two familiar men, one with a bright blue dress shirt, and the other with a yellow dress shirt. For some reason all I could see were their outfits, my mind was in such a fog.

I felt a large hand on the back of my neck that gently held me up. “Faith,” a deep voice said. “Please stop trying to bite me and claw at me with your nails.”

I tried to respond but words wouldn’t form from my mouth.

“Let me handle this.” I saw the yellow dress shirt float over to me. They whacked away the bright blue dress shirt’s arm and reached towards me.

I pressed myself against the wall and slid down as I was freed from a tough grasp. “No!” I cried. My voice sounded like I had something stuck in the base of my throat and it scared me even more than I already was of the floating dress shirts.

The yellow dress shirt stood over me. Before I could protest, they reached down and pulled me up onto my feet. I sagged as a dead weight, trying to get out of their hold, my heart racing. “I’m crazy, I’m crazy, dress-shirt,” I muttered to the shirt.

“Knock it off. You’re fine,” the shirt said. The color of the clothing suddenly reminded me of a banana and my stomach gurgled. In my defense for the next series of events, I didn't eat breakfast in the morning.

I started to lick the piece of clothing. Lapping slowly like a dog. I could literally taste the Banana I was so loopy.

I heard laughter from the far end of the elevator. “You’re handling the situation excellently, David. I must say.”

Mocking laughter came from the shirt in front of me. “You’re hysterical. She’s starting to freak me out. Take her,” the voice in front of me said. The let go of my neck, but I refused to leave them.

“No!” I hung onto the banana shirt to receive a husky grunt.

“Please take her.” I felt the warm arms of the Banana shirt crawl around my back in an embrace, and then hands pulled at the back of my shirt. I squeezed the shirt harder, until my muscles cried out in pain. I felt the air shift as if I was moving and then I was welcomed into a familiar room with a black leather couch.

The shirt tried to drop me into the couch but I clutched at them for dear life. “Faith, you need to let go. This is ridiculous,” the voice above me said gently.

The voice became vaguely familiar. “David,” I cooed against the shirt. I rocked gently against the Banana shirt as they held me to them, allowing my muscles to relax more.

“I really hate hugs,” David growled. “And drugged up girls,” he added. “Should I take her to the doctors?”

“No. I don’t think she’s too bad and you don’t seem too disgusted by her clinging to you,” I heard the other male voice say. I tilted my head at the familiarity of their voice as they continued. “If you would nicely tell her to let go I’m sure she would listen. I need to talk to Aiden about the costs of expanding our advertising--”

“David?” I asked the air.

A pause held in the air. “Yes Faith?”

“Where am I?”

“Work.”

“Where?”

“Chicago.”

“Who are you?”

“You’re Boss.”

“Is Devin your Daddy?”

David sighed heavily. “Sure.” I turned to Devin who was checking his watch. “Are you really?”

His blue eyes looked like ice with the contrasting colors of his shirt when he looked up. “Yes I am.”

I thought about more questions with a frown between my eyebrows. “What’s your middle name?”

Devin looked uncomfortable that I was shooting questions at him. “Don’t have one.”

“Why?”

“Not sure.”

I returned my gaze to David, who I realized was holding me in his lap on the couch. Not that I had my nails in his shirt or anything. “You’re shirts yellow. So is your hair.”

David raised an eyebrow. “Very observant.”

“You have nice eyebrows. Do you get them done? I get mine waxed.”

“No I don’t get them done.” David made a noise in his throat as if he was preparing himself for more uncomfortable questions.

“Okaaay,” Devin said, clearing his throat. “I’m going to go now before “Question Girl” starts getting awkward.” “Thanks for the help Dad,” I heard David grumble. He narrowed his eyes at Devin who smiled at me before closing the door.

I turned towards David ready for another go.

He threw his head back against the couch and groaned. “Enough with the questions. I’m tired and so are you.”

I blinked slowly and groggily replied with, “Why?”

David looked down at me with dark eyes. “Faith, just go to sleep.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Yes you do you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. Take a nap.” He moved me a little towards the end of the couch to lay my head down on the pillow. The hand I had clawed in his shirt unclasped itself once my head hit the pillow and I felt my heartbeat slow as he slowly slid himself off the couch.

I grabbed his pant leg with slit eyes. “Stay.” “I’m just going to be at my desk. I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”

“Ok,” I said softly.

I let my heavy eyelids droop closed.

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I jolted awake once again, but this time with a throbbing headache and a dry mouth.

I looked around the dark room not recognizing where I was for a second. After I spotted the large desk and the leather couch I was on it all clicked.

David’s office.

I swung my legs off the couch and shivered at the coldness of the empty room. How did I get here? I thought as I slowly stood up to crack my back. I had been sleeping in an awkward position.

As I wondered where David was, his computer made a jingling noise as if he got an email.

With careful eyes, I glanced over at David’s desk and then the office door. I walked around his desk and slowly sat down into his comfortable chair. I shook his mouse without even thinking and the screen lit up, asking for a password. I type in ‘Wicked Ginger of The West’ just for the heck of it and then tried, ‘DavidStar1’.

Nothing.

I leaned my head in my hand and clicked ‘Hint’. All the hint told me was that it was his favorite aspiration.

“Aspiration? That’s the hint he gives me? I didn’t know I had Gandhi as a Boss. I thought he was more of an OJ Simpson.” I laughed at myself. “Wow, I must be so out of it to just compare him to those two. Or talk to myself…”

I tried typing in Orlando Bloom just for fun, with a devious smile.

It was worth a shot.

I stared at the monitor for the longest time until a horribly- perfect thought crossed my mind. Would he use the password I was thinking?

I began to type my Cupcake into the password box.

My finger hovered over enter. I pressed it.

Wrong password.

I turned the monitor off.

“What the hell am I doing? I don’t even know what his favorite vegetable,” I told myself, and shook my head. I scooted away from the computer and tried one of his drawers.

They were all locked.

“Well, well, look at this,” a voice drawled. “Druggie is finally up.”

I jumped thirty feet in the air at the sudden masculine voice. David stood by the door with his hands in his pockets and his dark brown eyes boring into my own blue eyes. “Druggie?”

“You were drugged. You came here and were all loopy and crap.” His eyes lingered to my arm, which I glanced down at when he started to talk. “How are you by the way?” he questioned.

“Wait what? I was drugged? With what? When? Am I going to die?” The questions poured out of my mouth as my heart started to race.

David watched me with dull eyes as I had a mini outburst. “I took care of you. You’re fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“How did it happen? What drug was it?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea how it happened but you were given a date-rape drug.”

I froze. “So you’ve used it before?”

“No,” he said coolly without a smile. “I know the affects of it, though. I watch CSI. You learn a lot from those shows. Just like I know right now your arm is bothering you and you probably have some sort of bruise or injury forming underneath the skin. Do you mind if I take a look?” He finally flashed a smile. “Imma’ Doctor.”

I forced a nervous laugh and touched the left side of my arm. I felt a stinging pain. The memory of the mysterious man who had touched my arm filled my mind and I shivered. “I-I-I-I’m fine. I remember I was in a Taxi…and I was thirsty…the driver offered me a water bottle.”

Could I of held that ‘I’ for any longer? He’s going to think I’m nuts! Who takes a water bottle from a Taxi Driver?

“A water bottle?” I nodded slowly.

“A water bottle,” he repeated, his head tilted against his chest as if he didn’t believe me. “You took a water bottle…from a taxi driver?”

“Yes David, a water bottle! I took the water bottle! I was thirsty.”

“I wouldn’t take a water bottle from a taxi driver even if I had run a twenty mile marathon, crossed the Sierra dessert, played hop-scotch for five hours straight, and did fifty-nine squats,” he said.

I scowled at him. “Thanks David. You make me feel awesome.’

He made a gesture of a agreement. “Did the cap crack when you opened it?”

I thought about that for a moment and then closed my eyes. I could remember clearly opening the water bottle and hearing a pop. “Yes. It definitely did.”

“That’s weird then,” he said. In a way he brushed the subject off as he added, “So you’re good then? You feel fine?”

“I have a bit of a headache. But other than that I’m cool.”

“Good.” He started to walk towards me in long, but strides. I stilled. “Someone’s is clearly up to no good,” he observed. “What are you trying to do? Hack my computer?”

I felt myself blush as he walked around the desk and stood behind me. “I--I—uh...I’ll get up.” I stuttered, trying to stand. David kneed the back of the chair, jerking me against the desk.

“Nonsense. I want to see what you would do if you hacked onto my computer.”

“But I don’t even know—“

“And you never will know my password.” He unplugged the laptop, put the cord in my hand and typed the password in over my head.

He put the laptop directly in front of me and told me to plug the cord back in. It quickly logged onto his desktop.

My heart dropped. His desktop was a picture of him and Tiara. Her wild red hair was in a halo over her beautiful face as she faced the camera with bright eyes and a gorgeous orange dress. David had his old brown shaggy hair and was casually looking from under his lashes at the camera, with a suit and tie on. They looked perfect together hand in hand and she actually looked…nice.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” David commented, and squatted down next to me. He looked at the picture with soft eyes, adoringly and returned his attention to me as if waiting for a reply.

“Yes,” I said after a small pause avoiding his chocolate eyes. I gave myself an inner applaud for managing that single word without bursting into tears. I wanted to throw the laptop across the room and throw a burning arrow at it; my heart was throbbing in pain so badly.

I tried to ignore the way my breathing reacted as he reached past my stomach to put a key into the drawer. “I need my glasses I don’t have my contacts in,” he explained, and pulled the drawer out. Once he slipped on the glasses he pushed the laptop closer to me.

“Alright. Now that I can see, show me what you would have done if you hacked the computer, Miss Williams.”

I tried to hide my tremble as I tore my gaze away from the monitor’s picture and placed my hand on the mouse. His eyes watched me as I tried to keep the tears in. He was doing this on purpose, just to make me feel uncomfortable.

“I don’t know,” I finally said.

“You don’t know?”

I nodded.

“You don’t know.”

“I don’t know!” I snapped, anger boiling under my skin. “I. Don’t. Know. Stop trying to get under my skin!”

He looked confused. “I’m not…”

“YES YOU ARE!” I burst out, and pushed the chair back. “You always are! Every day! You don’t give me a break! My life sucks because I have you as a freaking Boss!”

“I’m really offended by your words. Please stop,” David said in the driest tone possible. He reached behind me to grab the office chair and forced me out of the way so he could scoot in. “I think I know what’s bothering you,” he suddenly said.

I walked around his desk and crossed my arms over my chest. Was he really making a little cheerful joke while I was mad? “What,” I spat nastily.

“Well first of all. You don’t work today. I told you not to come to work.”

“I saw people on the first floor.” “That’s not my point. If you really hated me so much you would have remembered you had a day off. And I have to show you that email your Mom sent me. She told me to show it to you and I forgot.”

“I had a rough night,” I replied, brushing off the topic of my Mother.

He sighed. “Tiara might have mentioned something to me too.”

I put my hands on my hips. “What?”

“She said you threatened her and told her to stay away from me or you’d kill her.”

My mouth gapped open. “What? I never said that! She said that to me!”

David leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Faith…”

“No! Don’t Faith me! Don’t anything me! I never said that!”

His eyebrows knit together. “Are you trying to tell me she just made the whole story up?”

I threw my hands up and slapped them down onto my thighs. “Of course I am! I would never say that to someone!”

David scrubbed his jaw which was cleanly shaved and let out what sounded like a growl under his breath. How could he believe that stupid Witch? After everything I did for him? He motioned for me to take a seat. “Relax, ok? I’ll hear your side of the story.”

A felt a weight lift my shoulders. There was hope. I sat down in the leather chair in front of him and instantly felt like one of his clients. “I was making those copies you wanted,” I started, after taking a slow breath, “and Tiara helped me when my hand got stuck in the copier.”

David leaned forward. “Excuse me?”

I put my hands over my face. Well, here it goes. “I was making a copy when the copier machine went crazy and slammed down on my hand. I couldn’t move, I was screaming, and then Tiara came and helped me. I was wearing your jersey and sweatpants, you know, and she got really mad then told me to stay away from you.” I took a huge breath of air from that massive, speedy sentence. “She said she was going to claw my eyes out or something and then–”

“You slapped her.”

I shifted in my seat. “I might have flicked her…I don’t recall…” Oh I recalled. I recalled every detail of me slapping my palm into her precious little perfect cheek. Little bitch deserved it!

“She told me you might have been jealous of our relationship. She’s told me many times to fire you,” he added, his eyes on the desk now. Was it embarrassment? David cleared his throat. “I want to know right now what’s going on with you.” I was the one to put my head down this time. I couldn’t tell him about Death, about everything that’s been going on in my life. Or could I? Could I trust David?

David moved his chair closer to the desk. “Tell me I’m wrong and that Tiara is lying again and I honestly can say I won’t believe you. I don’t like the way you’ve been acting. This little…drug thing you did this morning looks like---I’m not going to lie it…” He rubbed his face. “Faith it looks like you did it on purpose.”

I closed my eyes in defeat. “It does look like that. I know it does. But can you just hear me out--”

“I’m not cheating on my girlfriend, Faith, if that’s what you’re looking to do,” he said seriously, his eyes completely on me as I talk. “I’m not that kind of guy.”

I wanted to smile, I really did. “I know you aren’t.”

What was I doing? Was I really giving up that easily? Letting the red head get the spot light? I knew deep down I had feelings for David. Why not tell him how I felt? Maybe he would feel the same way…

“Faith,” David said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Listen…I know this going to sound bad. But you’re a good girl, you know? This whole…Tiara and you thing has been bothering me. I want you two to get along. I want to be friends.”

Friends. The one word every girl wants to hear from a really hot guy.

“Friends,” I managed with a tight smile. This time instead of the mild applaud I had given myself before when I was upset, I gave myself an inner encore. Suddenly, I frowned. Friends? That stupid…friends? I knew it wasn’t just me who felt the feelings I had everyday I was at his office! The secret glances—the, the….

I shook my head to make my thoughts dust away. “Actually…” My words were adjourned when I lifted my eyes to his.

David had watched my face go through dozens of emotions like a statue, posing in his chair—with his elbow braced on the desk and his head in his hand. His expression was almost unintentional, like he didn’t know I would see it. For a fraction of a moment, his eyes were like daggers, aimed at my day-dreaming self and ready to attack, and his lips, his lips were lifted into a small, almost menacing smile. Every usually--calm muscle that etched along his face seemed clenched—making the branchy tattoo on his face stick out, and his overall features look…wrong.

In a flash, his expression quickly dropped and he pushed back from his desk to move in front of monitor. “Right… so you look very constipated. I’ll get that email up for you before you get shit on my chair.”

“Okaay,” I said softly, sitting down in the leather chair in front of his desk. I gave him a tight smile when he dramatically clicked the mouse to print. Why was he giving me such a strange look?

“Are you…are you mad at me?” I blurted.

He made a face at me and laughed. “No. Devin and I are just… disagreeing at the moment is all. It’s a typical thing between us.”

“Why?”

A muscle twitched in his jaw right when the printer in the back of his office started to work. His voice was calm as he replied, “A lot of reasons. I don’t have time to get into de--”

“I want to know,” I pressed, sitting straighter in my chair. “So tell me.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” He slowly got up from his seat, fixed his tie, and gave me a friendly—yet forced smile. “Now, do you want that email or what? “

I nodded. He leaned forward on his desk, his eyes glued to mine. “And Miss William’s, if you by any chance intrude on my personal problems, or I find out you’ve been snooping around my desk or that you’ve spoke with my coworkers about myself behind my back…” He gave me a look that told me he found out about my encounter with the man in the stairwell and then continued, “Or pull this teddy bear in the cabinet stunt again, I promise you, you will regret it greatly. I don’t like being played with by little woman.”

I stood up. “Are you threatening me?”

David chuckled. “Of course not, I’m merely insisting there will be consequences for your puerile ways of getting what you want and wasting my damn time.”

My mouth gapped open. “What exactly do you think I want, David?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You tell me, Faith.”

“Why did you emphasize my name?” I snapped.

David looked a bit thrown off by that question. “It’s a dumb name, that’s why.”

“Wow! And I’m the puerile one? And hate to break it to you, but David isn’t exactly an astonishing name either, or should I say Davy, as Tiara would put it?”

He turned away from me.

I stood there for the longest time with so much anger I thought I would just snap, staring out the window from behind him as he clicked off a page and rolled over to the printer. He grabbed the papers and practically threw them at me.

“Here. Now leave. I have a whole lot of work to do while you go shopping and do your precious nails.”

Shopping? Nails? He clearly doesn’t know me at all! I lounge on the couch and watch TV. I shop for the newest COD game at the gaming store! He doesn't know me at all. I don't even want him too!

I stood up with a furious blush, clenching the papers in my hand. “You know what? Whatever, David. I won’t ask about you personal life anymore. I won’t even talk to you when I don’t have to,” I finally replied.

I practically stomped out of his office, daring anyone to get in my way.

Devin happened to open the door to the waiting room right when I was about to open it. He gave me a smile. “Hello F—“

“You’re son is a inconsiderate prick,” I blurted out. Devin jumped back a little and put his hands up as if I was a wildebeest that was hungry for some blonde haired pretty-men.I jabbed a finger at his chest. “And his girlfriend? Yeah, let’s just say they’re perfect together.” I made an OK symbol with my fingers. “Really, I can’t wait until you have grandchildren. I hope they don’t spit fire.”

My ragged breathing was the only sound between us for a long moment.

Devin flashed a tight smile. "Alrighty then. Glad we got that out in the open. It's always a pleasure, Faith." Devin pursed his lips as if trying to hold a laugh and opened the door wider for me. “Are those new heels by the?” He tried to chane the situation, looking as if he wanted to sprint away from me screaming if I said a simple no. “I think they’re just stunning on you.”

I narrowed my eyes at him for only a moment, and then every inch of my features lit into a bright smile. “Yes, they are actually!” I cooed. “Thanks for noticing, Devin. Just for that, I’ll keep in mind that you’re the auspicious one in the Star family.”

When I go mad and kill everyone who crosses me path, I thought to myself.

"Goodbye Devin. Send David a nice--" I flipped him the bird. "And then send him this--" I slapped my ass. "Make sure to do it in that order. I'll check on you to know what his reaction was. Hopefully he cries waterfalls."

His eyes widened slightly and he akwardly scratched his jaw. It was obvious to me that linebacker of a man wasn't use to a little woman giving him swift demands, nor did he know what to do when a little woman gave him swift demands. Devin and David. So much alike those two.

"Will do?" Devin said unsurely.

I smiled at him. "You're dismissed." I quickly returned my scowl and stormed out of the waiting room in my painful, yet dramatic exiting heels.

They really were stunning heels.

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Scale of 1-10???? 10? This took me so long to type for some reason I like had to get it right.... xD