Disclaimer: Grimm is the property of NBC, Hazy Mills Production, CK Production and a lot of others. Nothing mine, only the idea.
A/N: Again, no beta so forgive me please my mistakes. Besides, this is the first time I'm publishing a longer fic without doing a translation.
Erica Langston walked down the street at night. The traffic on the highway miles away sounded somewhat like a distant surge. The asphalt shimmered wet and black, like a dark and half broken mirror. The rain earlier this evening left some puddles behind. Erica had to move around those.
Not the best idea to wear her high-heels she reminded herself. But what was a successful woman able to do to be successful – or become more successful?
Erica went home from a party a collegue had given. It was his birthday-party if she was right. My, she only barely remembered his name … Barry, Larry, Harry … something boring and lame – just like the guy himself.
The only reason she went to this party was said -arry's best buddy: Mister Delani. Delani was a boss, a higher ranked, a better paid man. Well, at least he didn't have the best taste but this Erica had already known. No normal ambitious human would befriend a jerk like said -arry.
Erica sighed.
She had hoped she could somehow … well, let her body work for her to get the promotion she wanted. She really did her best until she realized WHAT was really going on between said -arry and Anthony Delani …
Why oh why every single male subject in her reach seemed to be gay?
Erica had no problems with gay, seriously not! My, the salesman at her favorite boutique was gay – and he had the best taste in three states she would bet! But Anthony Delani? This middleaged but still hot looking guy with two kids at home? How she could have known that his „wife" wasn't exactly female?
Erica pulled a face, looking down into the wet mirror of another puddle.
She was so damned stupid to think she could make a man giving her a promotion!
She looked down in the shadow of her own face, now very serious.
Why hadn't her inner alarm warned her? Why didn't she noticed what was going on?
She didn't know. But she was sure now she would have a hard time at work …
Erica noticed the movement only one second before a hand grabbed her by the shoulder, pushing her around. And another hand suddenly was on her mouth pressing her lips against her teeth.
The last thing she remembered was a pain, hitting her neck. She didn't feel the blood running down her decollete, she passed out before she had a chance to fight …