Cole sat in the chair behind his desk. Marissa was also there, sitting on top of it, her legs seductively crossed. She watched Cole in love, as always, while he was talking something to her. Their closeness at this point blatantly revealed their more than work-related relationship.

But whatever was happening there or was about to happen was interrupted by knocking on the door, followed by an opening.

Cole glared at the door, wondering who could get in without permission.

A moment later, Vanessa's voice affected him like a cold shower. "Cole."

After their brief meeting a little earlier at the restaurant and his behavior, Vanessa decided to stop by his office first after lunch.

As expected, Cole's eyes filled with anger, but Marissa's even more. She wondered how the new girl dared to call Cole Willker by his first name. None of the employees could afford that except Mike. Even in their intimate moments, she called him 'Boss' or 'Mr. Willker.'

"Firstly, Vanessa—next time, wait for permission before entering. And secondly—I'm busy."

"Yeah, I see," Vanessa answered apathetically.

She pulled out her phone and began dialing a number. A second later, the phone on the secretary's desk rang.

"I think your phone rings, secretary," Vanessa said to Marissa with her hands on her hips.

Marissa left the office furious.

Vanessa took a few steps inside. "It looks like you are not busy anymore."

Cole got up from his chair, walked over to her, and crossed his arms.

This audacity of hers. Again.

But surprisingly, with a respectful tone, Vanessa started talking. "I apologize for coming without being called. I... I was excited about the opportunity given to me and had this speech prepared... But then you seemed not interested in talking to me at the restaurant. So, with a risk for you to fire me on my first working day—"

"You are close to that," Cole said, interrupting his assistant.

Vanessa didn't pay much attention to Cole's words and continued. "Well, I'll take the risk. I just wanted to tell you that starting working here with you is an honor. You have the fame of a respected person. I hope I'll also manage to gain your respect."

Cole looked Vanessa intently in the eyes. Although it was fearless and even unreasonable for her to act like this, that was a fair shot. With tactful words, she showed him his behavior was disrespectful at some point. Not that he owed something particular to his employees, but he was supposed to be more respectful toward her out of simple manners.

He answered nothing. He just kept looking her in the eye.

Vanessa used that as a sign that she had not crossed the line even if she was on the verge of permissible.

After a few seconds, Cole returned to his chair behind the desk. "Welcome to my company, Vanessa."

"Thank you, Mr. Willker. As I said, I am honored to be a part of your company. I will do my best to meet your expectations."

"Glad to hear it. I will expect your best. Now, you can finish the work that Mike gave you, and tomorrow, we will continue with your introduction to work."

"Sounds good. Well, I'll let you continue what you were busy before with..."

Vanessa winked at him and left the office.

What happened was risky again. But Vanessa used the situation to analyze Cole's reactions. She had to build a more precise plan for her behavior toward him, as it was clear that working there would be complicated.

***

Later that evening

Although Vanessa had planned to go to a club with Rebecca in the evening, she had surprisingly faced another work she had to do before that—a work of her type. She put on more comfortable clothes—black pants, a tank top, and a black leather jacket, fastened her pistol to the back of her belt and walked out.

The door unlocked, and Vanessa entered the basement of her hiding place. A man was lying wounded on the ground.

"Stand up!" she said to him with a severe tone.

The man obeyed and stood up, although it was difficult for him. He barely stood on his feet because of his wounds.

"It's time for you to start talking. Don't you think?" Vanessa made a pause and then continued. "To whom are you working?"

"I told you, I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Let me help you remember!" she said, starting to punch him at the same time.

The man staggered back and barely kept his balance from falling.

At the same time, Vanessa's phone rang. She looked at the screen, then motioned to her hostage to keep quiet.

"Hello," Vanessa said neutrally.

"Are you ready, girl?" Rebecca's voice sounded on the phone. "Do you want me to pick you up from your home?"

"There is no need. I'll come to the club in thirty minutes."

"Okay, see you later."

"Later."

Vanessa hung up and turned to the man. "Come on, sweetheart! Some of us have a life to live!" She spoke to him ironically, and right after that, she punched him again. This time, the man could not handle it and fell unconscious.

"Just great," Vanessa said to herself, rolling her eyes. "Now you decided to faint..." She headed for the door. "Well, sweet dreams, sweetheart! I'll see you later," she said as she locked the basement door.

Now, it was time for a party. 

Going to clubs wasn't Vanessa's thing, but the opportunity to get closer to Cole's sister would have been helpful to her, and she had to take advantage of that.

Vanessa arrived just in time. But as soon as she entered, she felt very uncomfortable. The music was loud; people were dancing and banging on each other; others were drinking a massive amount of alcohol on the tables. She took a deep breath, looked around, and saw Rebecca dancing in the distance.

As soon as Rebecca also noticed Vanessa, she moved closer to her.

"Hi, Rebecca."

"Nessa, hi!" Rebecca was screaming because she couldn't be heard otherwise. "The music is cool! Come on! Let's dance!" She invited Vanessa with light dance moves.

"I don't dance," Vanessa answered. "But you go ahead."

"Oh, come on! You can't be serious," Rebecca kept insisting.

"I am. I will grab something to drink and will be waiting for you here."

"You are missing so much fun! Okay, wait for me. I am coming right after the song ends."

Rebecca walked away with dancing steps, and Vanessa sat in one of the chairs around the bar.

"What do you want to drink, beautiful?" The bartender approached her and began to speak to her in a playful tone.

"Oh, that's all I missed! Flirting bartender..."

"What?" the man asked Vanessa because he hadn't heard what she said.

"Nothing. I want water, thank you."

"Only a water?" the bartender asked.

Perhaps it was strange. Usually, people go to such places to drink alcohol and have fun.

But Vanessa did not drink alcohol. She couldn't afford to be inadequate while at work. Working hours was a relative term for her in real life, so she considered twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, as her working time.

"Yes. Only water," she replied.

"Right away."

The bartender pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator and turned back to Vanessa. "Here you are. For the most beautiful girl I've ever met!"

"Ugh..." Vanessa muttered.

But that was true. Vanessa was extremely beautiful. Her sky-blue eyes stood out against her black hair. Her skin was light and radiant. Her juicy lips were inviting; probably every man around her dreamed of tasting them. Despite her prescription glasses, with which she replied to express a more serious and businesslike appearance, her whole being radiated a sexual she couldn't hide. But, contrary, Vanessa wasn't wasting her time in indiscriminate flirtations.

"Thank you," she answered indifferently, then opened the water bottle, drank, and turned toward the dance floor.

Rebecca was still dancing, and she waved at Vanessa occasionally. Vanessa watched her with a smile.

A few minutes later, the song ended. Rebecca went to the bar chairs, and she and Vanessa spent more than two hours talking. Although, talking was tricky in this noise. But in fact, Vanessa had a good time. Rebecca was a friendly and talkative girl—nothing to do with her brother.

One more hour passed imperceptibly. It was time for Vanessa to leave. Still, there was work to be done before she went to bed.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, Rebecca! But I will go home now."

"It's still 11 p.m.!"

"I am tired. But we'll do it again."

"Definitely!"

"See you tomorrow."

"Buy, Nessa."

Vanessa waved goodbye and left the club. Without changing, she headed for her hiding place, where she had to make a man speak.

***

"Look, look, who is awake!" Vanessa said as soon as she entered the basement.

The man was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. He was startled when Vanessa entered the room.

He had a reason to be afraid.

"Wanna tell me something?" Vanessa continued, walking directly to him.

"For the last time—I don't know what you are talking about! I don't work for anyone!"

"Then why were you in front of the Willker's building with a loaded gun?" she asked, shaking her index finger on which the gun in question was hanged.

This afternoon, after she finished work and left, Vanessa had a strange premonition. It hadn't deceived her because outside, on the side of Willker's building, hiding in a bush, she had found this man with a gun, pointed straight at the entrance. Waiting for someone. Not to say 'Hi,' perhaps.

"I told you, I was just cleaning my gun."

"This excuse may pass to someone, but not to me. Do I look like a fool to you?"

Vanessa reached out to hit the man.

"No, no! Of course not! But you are making a mistake!" He could barely speak, covering his face with his hands.

"Enough! If you won't talk, it's time for you to sleep."

Vanessa kicked the man in the face with her knee. A kick that was enough to send him unconscious again.

"And you call yourself a man?" Vanessa said, laughing. "Well, tomorrow is a new day."