I opened the black wooden drawer searching for a fork, my nerves hitting up.

"Where's the fucking fork?" I yelled furiously, before feeling a presence behind me.

"Here." Said the tongue next to my ear, I felt my body tingle as his timber cologne reached up to my nostrils.

"Thank you, Boss," I said, taking it from his grasp. I could feel my legs wobble under me.

"You're welcome." He whispered, his fingers slightly touched my butt while leaving the fork in my hand.

My breath stopped as I felt him depart away from the kitchen room. I spun around noticing a couple of my co-workers watching me. I cleared my throat and sat at a table in silence.

I felt my leg get kicked under the table. I glanced up to see Violet looking straight at me with her mouth full of pasta.

"Ouch! Geez, what's wrong with you?" I said wincing in pain, before opening my Tupperware in front of me.

"What was that?" Violet asked while swallowing down her food.

"What was what?" I took the fork down on my green salad taking a bite of it.

"The thing." She waved at where I was standing.

"I don't understand any shit you're saying." I look down at my plate.

"He was about to grab your ass in front of every-." She nearly yelled it, I got up muffling her mouth with my hand.

"You say that again, and I'll make it the last thing you say!" I said as she nodded, grumbling behind my grip.

I sat back silently looking at her with high eyebrows.

"I would kill to be in your place." She whispered, and I rolled my eyes at her chuckling.

We sat in silence before finishing our meals. I heard a high growl coming from Violet's way. In an instant, she got up and walked back to the bathroom.

We heard loud puking, my colleagues began murmuring. I left my chair following her bending down behind her, as I lift her hair away from her face.

"It's okay, Violet I'm here." I patted her back as she puked again in the toilet.

When she stopped, she snapped and begins crying. I grabbed a towel holding her up to wash her face. When I soaked her face with water. I held her chin up, whipping the drops off of her face with the yellow towel.

"Now, tell me what was this," I said, observing her pale features.

She sighed choking down on her tears.

"I- I." She chocked up again, this time I comforted her on my shoulder, rubbing her back slowly.

We heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Miss Johnson, the boss needs you in his office." The pitched voice of Lola blurted.

"Okay, Mrs Harris, I'll be out in a minute," I replied as Violet pushed herself out of my embrace.

"You go." She wiped away her tears with her slim thumbs.

"If you promise you'll be okay," I said and she nodded.

"I promise."

"You will tell me what's wrong when I finish with the big moose," I spoke.

She giggled, "He's a hot moose, then." I cringed at her remark.

"Don't deny it, Miss Johnson, He's sexy as fuck."

"Okay, bye, Violet," I opened the door and shut it in front of Violet's face.

Some colleagues were still whispering as I made my way out of the kitchen.

"So the blonde bitch is pregnant?"  One tall lean brunette asked, looking down at her red fingernails.

I stopped and turned around facing her. "Excuse me?" I hissed making her look at me.

"What did you just say?" I bawled at her with anger.

At that instant Violet got out of the bathroom, looking at the scene ahead of her as she closed the bathroom door after her.

"The bitch is pregnant!" She pointed at Violet daring me to face her.

My rage filled me. Violet was soundless, shaking her head as her eyes welled up with quiet tears.

"You say that one more time and I'll cut your throat in half," I said, she gasped her hand shot to her mouth sarcastically.

"What was that, a little girl threatening me?" She exclaimed.

I was about to puke fire at her slutty attitude, but when I reached in my pocket grasping out for my knife.

Two strong arms held me back, from killing the brunette.

"Next time I'll make sure to rip your eyes out off your skull!" I yelled as the two arms grasped me harder on their chest.

"Celia! Meet me afterwards." My body shot up and froze as his husky voice buzzed through his chest.

The bitch was smiling at me while I was being dragged out of the kitchen. If I wasn't held back by him, her head would be on the floor by now.

He sat me on a chair and ran to the door to close it.

"What was that? Care to explain?" He turned looking right at me.

"No." I shrugged.

"You, Zoe, are acting like a total child!" He walked his way to his seat.

"I can say the same about you, sir!" I said, he sighed clearing his throat as his Adam apple jumped up behind his white collar shirt.

"To make one thing clear," he sat on the edge of his chair laying his arms on his desk. "I don't want any pocketknives in my company."

I got up madly making my way towards him.

"If someone tried to harass me what do I do?" I looked down at him.

"This place is highly secured, and I know that everyone here is great people." He calmly said turning on his phone and then turns it off.

"Oh! And how come that Bitch is still working here!" I shouted, waving my hand towards the door.

He stood only an inch away from me.

"Stop this nonsense!" He groaned down at me. I clench my jaw looking up at him.

I took a few steps back before heading out and slamming the door behind me.

I sat behind my desk, calming down my nerves. Adam came through the office, plopping down on the table some papers with a grim expression.

"Finish them in 20." He said and left after I had nodded.

After a few minutes, I watched the bitch called Celia entering Adam's office after waving at me. I scowled at her.

I go through papers as I heard shouting in the Boss's office. After a few silent minutes, Celia ran out, leaving the room, her head in her grasp sobbing. I watched her as a smile crept up on my face. I didn't notice that Adam stood right in front of the glass door watching me.

"Do your work." I heard his voice muffled by the glass in front of him. I nodded before mouthing to him "Thank you." He smiled as I looked down at the papers and started working.

A nice moose. I shook my head. I should step back from him or else I wouldn't be able to end him.

2 hours passed.

I rubbed my eyes, tiredness going through me. I sighed. I heard two knocks on the door. Violet was standing behind it, holding a cup of coffee in her hand. I motioned her to come in.

She set the coffee in front of me.

"Thank you, Zo! That crazy bitch got fired." She grinned.

"Fired? I thought he just gave her a warning." I said my eyes wide opened.

"She's Fired, she's been warned many times even by Mr Jett." She stated, sitting before me.

"So, she messed up? She had it coming." I shrugged, taking the black coffee up to my lips.

"Zo? you seem to be hiding something from me." She said out of sudden wrapping her arms around her torso.

"What are you talking about right now?" I asked rolling my eyes at her to refocus on my computer.

"This." She pointed down at the already opened newspaper. Luke's death was all over the news, they took a picture of his frail body next to the coffee shop.

"I-"I placed my face in my palm before sighing. 

"It was right in front of you Zoe." She shouted making me get up. "It wasn't, I was already heading to work."

"Zoe!" she shoved the papers in front of my face, "This was at 9 o clock, and you were here at 12." My eyes widen as I shook my head. I sat calmly on the desk.

"It was sudden! I just-" 

"It's okay but you could've just told me." She said placing her palm on my shoulder.

 We sat there in silence for a while. The scene of Luke's death kept popping in front of me, but it didn't make me nervous anymore with the help of the pills.

"Z-Zo?" Violet stared up at me, I nodded.

"I have a virus called DVP."

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