One.

I hate them.

No, actually just Her

She flicked her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, twirling it with no care in the world. Lips painted red stuck in an everlasting cocky smirk.

God, she is the worst

Her cheerful laugh echoes around the office as the other coworkers tell her a joke.

You're all a joke if you ask me

Conversation flutters around me, everyone so excited to meet the new employee. I watch as more and more of them migrate toward the small cubicle, trying to get a glimpse of a new unlucky slave …. I mean coworker. Not me though. I would rather observe the scene join. It's better that way. I watch Blondie throw her head back once more, laughing as if it's the funniest jokem in the world.

Pipe down bitch, Mike is not that funny

I watch the jealousy flash across the other female coworkers' faces. The hatred beaming in their eyes, lips plastered with fake smiles.

They hate you too

I watched Jessica practically squeeze the blood out of blondie's hand for talking to her man. Mike was just fucking her in the company garage two days ago, but today he seems to only have eyes for blondie. She glares at you with fire in her eyes, mouth practically seething in a smile as she tries hard not to rip at your face.

Stupid bitch, your best friend Lauren just blew him in the conference room yesterday

I watch as Blondie bats her eyelashes at each male, basking in the glory that all eyes are on her. She loves the attention. I can tell.

The office door slams open as a deathly silence fills the air.

He's here

I watch as the companions at Blondie's desk scurry away for fear of losing their job. Blondie glances around, confused, wondering where they are going so fast. Blondie glances up and sees him approaching, eyes widening at the sheer beauty of one man.

Yes, he is gorgeous, and he knows it

Blondie straightens her back and thrust out her chest. She likes what she sees, and she wants it. I find it amusing. He finally makes it toward her cubicle, making everyone else feel unworthy and small with every step. He reeks of power and control. He barely glances down at her, seemingly uninterested. Blondie looks a little dejected but puts up a front, anyway.

"This isn't social hour, Miss. Denali," He says, arms folded behind his back.

Blondie sputtered, unable to gather a sentence, surprised by his sheer force and magnitude.

"I suggest you get back to work or leave. I don't pay you to fraternize on company time," he says as he walks away to his office without hearing a reply

Blondie's standing there, shocked. She slowly sits down in her chair, humiliated and unhinged. Seems someone has not been dismissed before.

Hmmm … shame

I turn back toward my computer already done with today's tasks when I feel the hair on my neck rises my body encased with heat. I smirk.

He's staring

He likes to watch me. It's his favorite pastime. He once said it's because evil comes in many forms but I'm the enthralling. An evil masterpiece. A beautiful monster.

He's not too far off with those words I've had my fair share of …. Misdeeds. It's my favorite hobby. The world is always in need of a good hero, but what about a villain? Shouldn't a villain get some credit because if there were no villains, what would a hero be doing? Batman would probably be in therapy instead of being an unstable orphan, but I digress. That's neither here nor there.

I sigh.

I hate this place

I've been here a month and couldn't wait to burn it to the ground. Back to hell where it belongs. Idiot males and little dick egos surround this place. Weak women with no self-worth who don't know how to close they legs.

At least fuck the CEO, not someone making the same amount as you

I rub my head, feeling a headache forming, skin still burning from the eyes, watching from afar. He knows I know he staring. It's become our favorite game. He thinks he knows me, but he has yet to understand. He thinks he's figured it out and caught me off my game. But he doesn't know that I handed him the pieces. I'm a master chess player.

I turn around in my chair, dark grey eyes locking onto his dark green eyes. My smirk is now prominent, almost mocking him. His eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, trying to read me. But I just held up my hand slowly, counting down.

5….

4…

3…

2…

…..

I linger on the last finger, pointing towards him, taunting him with it; his eyes gleaming with anger & confusion, anxiety flashing across his face. He doesn't like surprises. I like giving them. I hold the finger up slowly, twirling it around before a loud Boom sounds across the building, smoke filling the air. The building shakes from the impact , alarms ringing. He is up within seconds, finally understanding the emergent situation. I watch as he tries to come towards me, bumping into employees to make his way, but I've already disappeared.

Relaxed in a comfortable lawn chair with a glass of whiskey in my hand, I watch as they put the fire out.

Can't have celebration without fireworks

He is pissed. I can see that from up here. I find it hilarious. He is raging to his people, wondering how I could get so close. He almost kill half of his guards for being so carless.

I would have killed them

I watched as the officers come to take statements. I watch as he runs his fingers through his hair, almost ripping it out in frustration. I watch as his phone ring and he answers quickly with unfiltered anger.

"I love what you've done to the place so creative," I say into the phone, laughing at the curses coming through the phone

"I'm going to kill you," he said, anger barely masked. He's seething.

"Oh cheer up Edward, it was just a 2 million dollars worth of cocaine. No need to be a bitch about it," . "

I said, taking a sip of my whisky.

Ahh, nothing like a good glass of Woodford Reserve

He sputtered. A gasp of disbelief comes out of his mouth. "You burned half of my fucking product and almost got me killed," he says, finally gathering his words.

"Well you didn't die now did you? Besides, this is just payback. I remember someone blowing up two of my best meth labs last week," I said.

He pauses and looks around. "Methheads need love too Edward, you're being unfair," I said, laughing as he curses, almost smashing his phone. The cops are piling up, waiting to search the building for any evidence against the Cullen family.

Good luck with that. The bomb I placed pretty much-destroyed everything to ash. I hope it included Blondie in that.

I watch as Edward's guards escort him to the car, reporters and civilians harboring the way, asking questions left or right. The phone is still in his hand. He looks up as if he can see me. He probably can.

"You know I'm coming for you," He says, looking as if he can see into my soul. I smirk and give a two-finger wiggle.

"I'm counting on it "

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