AN: I don't own X-men.
Ps. This is actually not continuation but like spin-off which means you should be able to understand it even though you haven't read The Invisibility's Child (which I suggest you read because I consider it my best work so far and I am highly proud of it).
Although, here might be an occasional reference and Wolverine is with an OC from that fiction.
Enough with my babbling. Please enjoy!
She sat in her office, doing some paper work for her boss when someone knocked on her door. She turned her head to see who it was, she would invite them in, but seeing the door already opening, it was useless. Judging by that, it was either her boss or extremely rude person. She wasn't sure what was worse. The sick pervert she got so lucky to have for a boss or some angry old man with ridiculous complaints that she could do nothing about.
As soon as Bradshaw entered with a grin plastered on his face, she internally cringed. But as a good and polite employee she forced a smile and looked up to her boss.
He closed the door behind him. 'So a conversation longer than usually,' she sighed to herself.
"How can I help you Mr. Bradshaw?" she asked as polite as she could in the current situation.
"You see Olivia, can I call you Olivia?" he asked her mid-sentence. She had no idea why he was approaching her right now, nor why he insisted on calling her by her name.
"Um, okay," she answered hesitantly. It wasn't appropriate in their kind of relationship. They weren't even friends from work and she didn't feel exactly comfortable with him doing it but she managed to bite her tongue and keep her eyes on him.
"Wonderful." His grin got even bigger.
"So Olivia, I feel like your performance in this firm is... how to put it... somehow lacking. But do not worry, I have just the right idea," he told her while he, not so professionally, walked towards her and leaned on the table, one of his hands resting behind her back on the top of the chair.
She gulped visibly. She didn't like the way this was going.
Olivia sank deeper into her chair, if that was even possible. The more space between her and him was only better. She considered what to say, if what she assumed was true, there was no way she was sleeping with this bastard.
"If you have any issues with my work performance, I suggest you write a complaint and send it to appropriate division." She was kind of proud of herself. It had sounded professional. There was no way for him to get past it.
"Ah, I see. So you are going in that direction," he faked sadness for a second and she even thought he was going to leave, that was until he totally changed his previous kind of approach.
He abruptly took her hands in his and turned her chair so she faced him.
Olivia was left with her mouth hanging open and the fear slowly crept into her mind. However, he didn't know what she was.
"I guess I didn't make myself clear. I have friends on high places, one word and no one will ever hire you again!" Okay, it came to threatening. It sounded really vicious but he was apparently overestimating his so called 'friends'. No man was able to do such a thing. And he definitely didn't look like president, besides she could just move to another country.
He yanked her arm painfully.
"Cannot you hear me?" he yelled while she tried to free her arms from his. It seemed that she wandered in her own thoughts for quite a long time. He didn't like that.
"Let go of me!" she hissed and attempted to kick him, which was pretty hard in her black pencil skirt.
He laughed and easily blocked her kick. She hadn't succeeded with that one but now, one of her hands was free. She reached for the heavy decoration which stood next to the phone. She probably should have taken phone instead but it was useless, she wouldn't type even the second number.
The vase wasn't exactly her weapon of choice but it was rather that then being discovered as a mutant.
"Oh, you ain't going anywhere." He pulled her back and threw her to the chair. She let out a groan as her back hit it painfully.
"Don't!" She warned him one last time.
He only grinned and attacked her lips with his lustfully. She still had enough will to fight him. She would never allow any man to use her like that.
Olivia bit his lower lip with as much force as possible. The metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth.
He touched his lip in a surprise, only to see his fingers return covered in red.
"You bitch!" He screamed and moved his hand to slap her. It happened so fast. Her face stung and she glared at him in disbelief.
He was pissed off, his hands moved to her chest and he tore her blouse open.
She had decided that it was enough. With a swift motion, she outstretched her currently free hand and placed it to his chest, this caught him off guard and he stopped his assault.
She didn't allow herself to get distracted and with as much power as she had left, she sent it. Olivia transferred the pain into his body, almost feeling it flow out of her hands and into every single one of his nerves. And as she expected, it worked perfectly. After all, it always did.
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