Author's note: I have this idea to have a one-shot based on a flashback I had in one of my stories, but it has nothing to do with the main plot or protagonist at all. It has to expand on what happened to the character telling a story in the flashback and I thought I could explore the themes set up as it gives me a chance to play with a villain's pov and the humanity of those who are morally corrupt in the GEAR Universe. So yeah it's canon...but not important to the GEAR Universe.

Leaving the building was my first mistake.

My second was remembering that I had left my jacket on the coat hanger of the office building I had just been situated in a few weeks ago.

I quickly scurried back and retrieved it, thus making me tardy to the evening bus meaning that I had to begrudgingly get my car out of the employee parking lot and drive home.

Honestly, driving had never been my strong suit. I preferred spending time with the finer things and managing not to crash in a crowded parking garage was not my cup of tea.

Warriors should be driven to places, not expected to drive themselves, especially considering all the work we did for AoE. We fought their wars, did their dirty work and risked our necks in the front lines only for people like my father to complain that we didn't work hard enough to be paid the way we were and us 'contractors took advantage of company resources.'

As if the Director of the Lawyers Division knew anything about being in combat. Hazard pay doesn't even cut it as any soldier can tell after being deployed for 3 seconds.

As I strolled out of the elevator once more, I heard giggling coming from afar.

Strange, I thought, but shrugged it off. What people did in this parking garage at night was their business even if it was telling each other jokes to pass the time. Guess everyone thought they were a comedian these days.

I mean someone in AoE has to have a sense of humor, right? I know my brother, Marcus, certainly didn't and most people I'd met through the warrior program didn't have it either.

The only exception to that rule seemed to be Josh. When Josh smiled, it was like the whole world was watching and his laugh could put a smile on any face including my commanding officer. I know because I had seen a slight grin from my commanding officer at the last office party when Josh recited a comedy bit he'd seen from a TV show.

I was blessed to have someone like him as a boyfriend.

Right as I was thinking that, I heard a beep from the car in front me and saw the most horrifying sight.

As my eyes got used to the bright headlights in this dark garage, a man and woman were revealed in a very... intimate position.

No, no, no. I recognized this car and...but it couldn't be, could it?

I stood up straight, pointed and exclaimed, "Josh O'Riley, come out this instant!"

The lights suddenly went off and a muffled scream was heard along with a thump before Josh yanked the door open and appeared in front of me.

"I can explain...", he remarked.

"How could you?", I said, slapped him and walked off some distance to to attempt to control my emotions. Tears were threatening to overwhelm me at that moment.

However, if there is one thing I learned from my mother, it is that big girls don't cry.

My 'boyfriend' didn't get the message that I did not want to listen to his cries because he followed me and kept trying to talk to me.

"Please...it was a mistake. I still love you; this doesn't change anything.", he said.

I laughed. "As if. I see now the only one you truly love is yourself. You used me for power, didn't you?"

"What? I would never...", he replied while rubbing his back nervously.

"Admit it! You never even kissed me on the lips...and here I thought you were being considerate of my choices. Was she your side-piece this whole time or was I the one being played?", I asked, staring into his eyes.

His silence spoke volumes. I had heard enough.

"We're done.", I stated and left the scene before that ***** decided it was an appropriate time to pick and speak to me about the whole affair. She had better disappear from my sight if she knew what was best for her. I did not forgive and forget easily.

I was like my mother in that aspect.

Agreeing to go out with Josh in the first place was a mistake.

No, my relationship was more than a mistake...it was a joke.

And I the biggest clown of them all.

I muttered, "See Josh try and live without me."

Without my help and favor, he wouldn't last two weeks in the commanding officer's graces. It serves him right though after pulling on my heartstrings like that.

The thing is I didn't blame him though. If I was him, I would have done the exact same thing. Growing up in an AoE family, I was expected to fight for a position and be cutthroat in getting to the top.

It would have seemed from an outsider's point of view that I had an unfair advantage from the beginning as the Evil Hand, Mockingbird, was my uncle and my father, the Solicitor, was the head of one of the largest and most powerful divisions in the Board-Lawyers Division. He was all but considered the right hand of Mockingbird and held a certain amount of added prestige as James, his son, was chosen as the heir to AoE.

However, with my mental condition being the way it was...my bipolar disorder put me at a disadvantage and meant that I would never be chosen as the heir to AoE though I was the oldest. Having AoE be a mostly men's club didn't help much either, especially working in a male-dominated division like the Warriors Division.

I fought tooth and nail to even be allowed the chance to take a step in the door and now I let myself fall for an ***** with the IQ the size of a walnut.

Using me to be noticed by the commanding officer was clever, but not enough to maintain his newly-upgraded title. Soon, they would see his incompetence at following simple orders and he would be dragged down to the floor again where he belonged.

Now I knew that I should have followed my mother's advice and never have allowed feelings to interfere with work.

However, a voice called out to me in my thoughts and reminded me of how possessive I had been in our relationship and...the fact that no matter what makeup I put on, I would always be the bi-polar reject who was not chosen as the heir...

There was only one thing could make me happy after this whole fiasco.

It was time to go shopping.

Author's note: Violetear is so fun to write! She's the villain with the lightest tone I've written so far...Leave feedback on how I can improve please!