Vengeance Meets Love

Rebecca's POV

With my head filled with contempt and hatred, I stepped into the towering skyscraper. With my heels clicking against the polished marble floors, I could hear it sounding so loud. I tried my best to reduce the sound, but it seemed that the more I tried, the worse it became. I looked to my left and then to my right to see if anyone thought I was odd, but all I could see were smiling faces that looked like they were relishing my beauty and elegance. Yeah, it had to be my elegance. I was wearing the white and black skirt that Sara and I picked last weekend; it was indeed a piece of elegance.

The cool air from the deep air conditioner enveloped me, filling my lungs with a sense of determination. I knew that I must be confident about this; I must get this job; failure is not an option. This was supposed to be the threshold at which I gain what I want, and indeed, it was the beginning of my journey, the first step towards my ultimate goal.

As I approached the front desk, the receptionist's smile faltered as I requested to meet with Nathan. She was so sarcastic—or should I even say she was cynical—that I could see the skepticism in her eyes, the assumption that I was just another young, ambitious woman seeking a shortcut to success.

"Oh, how I wish she could read my thoughts; if only she knew that I wish to disembowel her boss." so I thought to myself, seeing how she looked and addressed me.

She truly never knew that I was different. I had a plan. One which was definitely not good; I was not here to work, I was here to ruin the company as her boss did to my dad's.

The receptionist made me wait in the lobby: "He will be out soon; he will see you; he said he would rather meet with you here." So she said to me still in that annoying manner, and in that cursed smile of hers, I could see through her fake smile what she thought of me, but that was her business, not mine.

So, as I waited in the lobby, I observed this bustling atmosphere around me. I was not the only one who was tense; it seemed like everyone was. The executives darted back and forth, and it was almost as if they were all waiting for a death sentence. Their faces are etched with worry and stress.

"Hmm. This was indeed a company in crisis, a company that had lost its way. I see that I don't really have to do much." So I thought when I noticed the countenance of the staff.

Yeah, for real, I would love to help destroy this. I would gladly be the catalyst for the destruction of this hellhole called a company.

Finally, the devil arrived. Nathan emerged from the elevators. He was a proud man; he walked like some kind of Alpha, and his commanding presence filled the room. He was not the smiling type, and when I saw him, I almost lost my confidence. It became conspicuous to me that it would be hard for me to break into such a rigid, tough-looking man.