Broken

Chapter Two: Over My Dead Body

"No, you can't do this to me!"

A heavy hand grabbed my shoulder. "Let's go, Princess!"

I stopped and looked around as I was being dragged like a rag doll. The office was vacant of workers and eerily silent despite the blasting siren. It wasn't until the coldness of the office hit me did I fully process that I wasn't in the safety of my limo. It was bulletproof, bombproof, and arrow-proof. Anything proof. These building windows? There were a few budget cuts in the design... "What is this? What's happening?" Smoke made my sight slightly hazy.

"A man walked in with a gun and started shooting up the place." Jordan smashed into the door. "He said he was looking for you. We need to leave." He stopped one of our security heads who was running past us. "You're fired!"

I looked at him, at his pained face and felt so much guilt. Jordan couldn't do this, he had a family. I wrenched away from him. "No. This, this is good. I have to stay here."

"He'll kill you."

"I know. I'll stop causing everyone trouble around here. You guys would be happier without me."

"I'll get you therapy later, darling, but right now we have to go." He took my hand again.

"No! I've heard Carmen and Henry talk about me. 'Katrina is such a bitch, she's always ordering us around and gets everything she wants. Katrina's the most stuck up boss I've ever had.' I'm the reason their lives are miserable."

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" The security guard screamed several flights down.

"Katrina, everyone in the office loves you."

"No, they love you. You're fun to work with, you're always smiling, you don't ask for much, you throw parties. I don't do any of that. All I do is complain and take up space."

"Katrina you know that's not true."

"Jordan haven't you noticed? This is your company! You've brought me along for the ride. I just, I just... I just can't anymore."

"No. You can and you are, come on." He swung me over his shoulder like a sack.

"No! What are you doing? You'll ruin everything!" I shrieked. My limbs thrashed to escape. His heavy shoes clicked loudly on the concrete stairs. My loud breaths echoed away the time.

"Security is stalling him upstairs in the lobby. I don't know how long they'll be."

"Where is everyone?"

"Everyone else is in lockdown."

"If anything happens to those people," clunk! I dropped down, "Jordan I swear I'll never forgive myself." I didn't even recognize my own voice, it was so hollow and empty. The joy I once had last year was completely gone. I had trapped myself in my own success and it was destroying me.

"You need to survive first." Swiftly taking out his card he swiped by the door. A satisfying click somewhat settled my nerve as the bulletproof door to the basement swung open. "Go set up the machine."

"Jordan I could end all of this--"

"I don't want to hear another word. Go set up the machine." He silenced me.

Without explanation, I took off my clumsy heels. The light flickered on. Dark wooden ceilings cast a dark tint in the room. The lack of windows furthered my anxiety. The remote. It was right where I had left it almost a year ago where this all started. My legacy was abandoned in a cold, lifeless basement. The tablet had been fixed so I didn't need to use it manually anymore. I took a deep breath. There were so many bad memories associated with this thin, black device. Yet, it possibly was about to save my life. If it was charged up, of course.