I knocked at his office door but no one answered. At least I wont have to face him.  Its much easier this way. I wont have to explain why l am resigning. I opened the door only to be greeted by love making noise. No that wasn't love, that was pure causal sex damn. I feel like puking . I was disgusted,  how can they start this morning,  how shameless.

All I needed was to give him this letter and I was done with this company. I can't leave it at the door. I gathered enough guts  and  marched into the office and placed the letter on the desky.  My eyes were only  focusing on that  desky nowhere else. I didn't want to see them even though I knew they were in here. The sounds had stopped  and I could feel their gaze behind my back.

I sighed, looked around the office,  remembering each and every detail that had happened in here,then I saw them. On the floor, naked.  I just froze there, looking at that disgusting scene. How much more was I going to take, for how long was I going  to keep it in.

I closed my eyes and took a huge breath.  I needed this. I need it to calm myself.  To give him the impression that I didn't care. That his betrayal was nothing.

. “ Mr  Alexander.. my resignation letter is on your desky.” my smile was plastered on my face. The look on his face when he saw me standing there was enough for me to convince myself he wasn't worth it. He didn't even have shame. He didn't even try to give an explanation of what was happening  ... just for the sake of explaining.  No he just lay his ass on the floor and his sextary on top of him.

“ wanna join Anita?” did she really invite me to have a three some. How disgusting.  She had said that riding him. I could not believe her right now. All I wanted to do was to strangle that head of hers. A three some with them? What the hell did she even think of me anyway,  a whore like her.

I looked at her and smiled.

“Carry on” I managed to say. I wasn't really going to create a scandal for him.

I walked out of the office to mine. I packed my things and sat down. Trying to catch my breath. Everything felt like a dream, Alex sending his porn videos , the weirdos  at the club, the bruises my mom had and then the dream. I tried fitting them, tried to make sense out of them.

“Ani.. can we talk ”

I raised my head to meet him,  the one causing all this shit, all this pain. What can he possibly say other than justifying  himself.  I looked at him, disgusted as those images float back into my mind.

“About what you saw right now... I... I..”

Yeah that was all he could come up with.  How dare he bring his dirty body  in front of me.

“that is not wat is seem like baby trust me. We were just having fun and there's no need for you to resign.  There's no need for you to mix work and relationships. ”

I just sat there dumbfounded.  What the hell was he saying, “ we were just having fun.” sex is ... no I could not do this. Yes I do agree that I shouldn't mix work with relationships and that's the fucken reason why I resigned.  Somehow it was going to affect my work. To affect me and I wasn't ready for that. Not yet anyway.

I rose and picked the box with my stuff and passed through him. I left him calling my name. He did not even come after me, he did not even apologize.  To hell with him. I curse the day I agreed to go out with him,  the day I gave him a  chance.

I sighed as l looked into the mirror.  I smiled at my reflection. “ You are strong Anita” a voice came from the back of mind. “you will find a job somewhere. Don't worry about it.”

The smell of cinnamon  and ginger and herbs hit agian. This time it was stronger than before, blocking my nose. The smell was suffocating, and the pain was there. Stronger than before. 

The irritating whispers were back, making my ears bleed. I need to get out of this building. I need to go home. I dragged my feet out of the bathroom to where my car was packed. The pain had eased a little.

What the hell has my life turned out to be. Is it stress that is making me like this. What the hell is it. I looked at the building, the building I had worked in for the past one year. This is the end of working here. The end of everything.

I walked to my car.  Took my car keys and suddenly everything went blank. I couldn't see a thing. My spine started hurting and my feet were glued to the ground.  I tried to move , I tried to walk.

“Miss Anita right?”

I knew that deep arrogant voice from anywhere. I had first heard it at the club and now. He was behind me that got sure. I could feel his gaze on me. Why is he everywhere I am and when I am like this.

“yes. It's me

Who are you?”

I needed time, time for my vision to return.  Time for this thing to end. I dropped my keys buying myself more time. I bent to pick them up. I bent over trying to look for them.

My vision returned  bit by bit and I remain burnt down.

“Are you ok Miss? Need help to look for your keys?” I could detect mockery in his voice. Did he see this as funny.  I had him come towards me and I stood up.turned backwards.

“Iam fine. Ohh it's you.  What can l do for you and yes thank you for the ride yesterday. ”

He didn't say a thing.  He just stared at me,  hands in his pockets.  Was he just going to stand there without saying a thing.

“Anita Mortensen ”

Huh. He knew my full name. I am sure I had not told him. We had never had a conversation and I did know who he was.

“And who are you?”

I blotted the words. I managed to notice a quick smirk from him, looking at him right now it seems like it wasn't there. Like he did not even move an muscle if his face.

“you will know soon.”

Like seriously. Is he out of his mind. I spat at him and turned to unlock my car. I can't talk to a weirdo who doesn't even want to tell me his name. To hell with him.  I wasn't ready to tolerate shit from anyone at this point.

“can we talk?”

The deep rich voice came agian forcing me to snap, forcing me to freeze. Did he want compensation for the ride? If so I didn't not ask for this, he offered it himself  and I..

“can we go somewhere quiet at least. This isn't a safe environment for you especially ”

A QUITE ENVIRONMENTALLY  really. I stared at him. I ..

“sorry sir but if this has to do with the ride from yesterday then..”

“No its not.  We need to get you to safety before the end of the day.”

WE!  Him and who. What the hell is he talking about. Safety for what. From who? He is crazy for sure.why was I still here. Why was I still listening to this trash.

“You are hurting Anita, you need to drink this to ease the pain.”

How did he know. I had not showed any signs of hurt , did I?. I looked at him.

“Trust me this once. I mean no harm to you.”

I looked at him. I breathed heavily and stretched my hand to take the little bottle from his hand. Somehow l trusted him. A part of me did, a part of I had not recognized. I opened the bottle, and the smell made my guts sting.

“What is that smell?”

I gulped the liquid. It was sour and hot. My throat itched. It felt like something heavy had been placed on my body. I could not raise my a finger. I felt tired, tired to even open my eyes.I started feeling dizzy and my stomach hurt. I regret drinking something I don't even know.