Alpha's Redemption

3. First Day(Edited)

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And I just hit the 100 mark for fans so yes. Excuse me for screaming like a maniac right after howling my eyes out from happiness.

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I did not edit this so....yeah. Apologies in advanced for the mistakes u are about to witness.

{*}{*} Three:  First Day {*}{*}

  I clenched my purse as the elevator dinged with each floor, going higher and higher. My heart was freakin tap dancing across my ribcage with iron steel boots.  Carley's words played in my brain a haunting tune that foreshadowed what was to come.

I was going to die in a tiny office room filling and discarding documents for Maxwell Knight. Happy thought that was.

The elevator dinged again and I cringed when I realize it was slowing down. My pulse took off faster than ever as I shift from side to side and bit onto my lower lip, a nervous habit I've always had.

Maybe he wasn't in today. I think hopefully. Last time when I came for the interview, I had to deal with someone else because Mr. Knight had been overseas. Yeah, maybe I won't even get to meet him. I mean the guy had a gigantic company and with as many branches as Maxwell Inc. currently has; 143 to be exact(I did my research), he couldn't stay in New York even if he wanted to. Not for long anyway.

That thought had me taking a shaky breath and my pulse calming a little.

A loud, district humming sound made me jump with freight my head shifting left and right. Was he coming for me already?! A panicked look covers my face my hands shooting out towards the walls.   Then I realized it was coming from my purse.

A quite curse leaves my lips as I started digging through various compartments to find it.

Who was calling me right now anyway? And where the hell is that little piece of crap. Ugh.

I groan as I hear the doors slide open just as my hand finally grabbed the humming device. Another groan leaves my lips when I realize it's stopped and had probably went to voice message. I walk out without looking up, still trying to cope with the many slots in my purse. What type of person would need this many pockets and stuff in a purse anyway?

I let out an 'ughf' as my head collides right into a broad wall.

Uh, are walls suppose to materialize in a hallway? Or is this just another ridiculous upper class facility update?

  Whatever it was, I didn't like it. Because holy fück did that hurt! I wince jumping back. Big mistake, cause apparently my heels had partnered with the small indebted line on the floor by the elevator to kill me. It gets caught and I'm soon falling backwards at a very disastrous angle that was a step away from a twisted ankle.

Oh god, I don't want to fall. From the height of these heel, I'd probably end up not just with a broken leg but breaking my asš too. I gasp stumbling back as my hand flew out, by pure reflex, to grab onto anything.  A large hand grabs my wrist pulling me up so I come crashing forward towards him.

Oh thank goodness, I do not want to be admitted to a hospital before even stepping of the dang elevator.

I'm crushed against a warm heated male body, chest to...abbs?