Sighing and strolling to my washroom, I took off my garments and drape them on the divider snare hanging rack. Venturing into the shower and permitting the warm water to wash down my head, its steam loosened up my strained muscles.

After what had happened at work earlier, a warm and fulfilling shower is the thing that I need at this moment.

Witnessing your boss's live show on your first day of job was out of your desire particularly if the event occured in a place where you were suppose to be proficient.

Subsequently, after the chief of executive dismissed me it was already six in the afternoon and for my first day of work, I was actually pretty early to go home seeing that I do not have any assigned work that much.

For the mean time, Mr. Schulz was leaving an impression of being the boss who is not a psychopath when it comes to bossing around given to the circumstances that he is the sole owner of the company. He was not acting like how we first met.

I just wish that it will always be that way.

Turning off the water, I grabbed an enormous white towel from the sets on the divider and ventured out of the shower. Wrapping it around my chest and squeezing the remaining water out of my hair, I made my way to my room.

Completing the drying procedure of my hair with a hairdryer, I strolled to my wardrobe and pulled my preferred pajama set; a double extra large oversized hoodie and a ruby plaid wide leg loungers over my head and slipped on my fluffy slippers.

Walking out of the closet, I made my way to the living room couch to watch the newly released movie on netflix, the part two of the kissing booth.

I am inlove with that movie, it was first originated from a famous book website and it is now the most talk of the town.

The story makes me feel like I am on cloud nine. Noah's care for Elle is something I wish I could have but unlike the female lead of the movie, I attract the bad men.

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"Elle, I think you are next up"

"I am sorry, Noah. I cannot"

"No. Elle, wait, please! Elle."

"Why?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I love you. And standing here, in front of everyone, I am telling you that I love you."

"I am sorry..."

"Elle. Hey, Elle! Wait up!"

I watched as Elle runs away from Noah. Despite her feelings for him, she cannot risk her friendship with Noah's younger brother, Lee Flynn.

It hurts to see two people inlove with each other separated just because of something or someone important hinder you from being together.

I understand the side of Lee but they have a code for their friendship and it says on rule number eighteen to always be happy for your bestie's successes.

Too emotional to continue watching, I turned off the television and made my way back to my bedroom to grab my laptop since I decided to work.

Yes, I can be a workaholic., When it comes to work or if I have stuff to do, I do not like delaying it any further.

Sitting down on my plush bed, I began working. I still have to send the files that Mr. Schulz need to sign his signature to seal the deal of the company's partnership.

Opening my laptop, I logged in to my email and start to scroll on the files that I still necessarily need to organize in order and to double check if there is a problem regarding the contracts.

As a secretary of the company, you need to maintain the smooth functioning of an office through an assortment of managerial and administrative obligations. You are assigned to handle office plans, arrange gatherings and visits, sort out records, answer telephones and play out an immense cluster of other basic errands.

Being the chief of executive and the sole owner of the company's secretary, all that is mentioned is not the only thing a normal secretary should do.

If you know what I mean.

It was just my lucky day today as I got to spend some alone time for myself.

Recalling on what happened these past few days since I arrived here in Manhattan, New York.

I met great people and gave me the chance to bond with my friends again, I got hired as a secretary of the most successful bachelor in the whole world. However, there are still things that keep you from having a happy memory and as for me, my worst experience since I came to Manhattan was what happened two days ago.

What would happen if I did not come here? Will that man who attempted to rape me be prevented? Or will it also happen even if I did not come to Manhattan?

Heaving a sigh and turn my gaze away from the ceiling realizing that I spaced out on my thoughts. I just focused on the thing in front of me and continued what I was doing.

Deciding that I will not let what had happened in the past affect my future.
Yes, I almost got raped by the psychopath in the club two days ago and it traumatized me so much but heavenly Father gave me another chance to live with my life and I will not throw away the second chance that he had given to me.

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"Zackhary, please!!!" I said with tears filled over and bluntly flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam.

"No, Audrey! You know it is dangerous!" Zach said with a serious tone as he look at me with his cold gaze.

"Zach, please! I have not experience something like this. Please do not tell Illyria!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air trying to convince the stoic man in front of me.

I heard someone caugh and both of our heads snapped in that direction.

There he stood. One of those monsters. With a straight face lust is evident in his feature.

"Give her to me.", the monster said and at the same time many men started to come closer.

Where did they come from?

I could feel Zackhary's hand on me as he hide me behind him in a protective stance. "Leave her out of this, man.", he said.

"You know how it goes, Zach." the monster said as he motioned his head forward and gave his men a ,"you know what to do" look.

Getting his message the men lunged at us each holding an item.

"NOOOOO!!!!!!!"

I got up with a jerk as cold sweat gathered on my forehead. Nightmare, it was just a nightmare, again. Those monsters are not here.

Ever since what happened at the club the other night, I have been having trouble in sleeping as nightmares started to visit me again.

I release a shaky breath as I raked a hand on my hair and look at the window.

It was raining.

Harsh breezes blew past the curtains at the windows, lightning striking in the room and thunder roaring in all its strength. Overwhelming downpours, soaked the street of Manhattan, foreboding shadows lingered in the sky and the storm got most noticeably terrible after some time, leaving the city in a black out.

I fastened my grip on the wooden frame of the glass windows and sealed them close, not neglecting to snatch a fist brimming with blinds which were ripped off by the breezes and hauled them over the glass.

It was already eight in the evening when I wrapped up my work and decided to take a nap but looking at the time now, it is two-forthy-three in the morning and the climate appears to be so terrible. It is surely my day of reckoning seeing as at this point, I am still on my way home from work.

However, at this moment I am all settled in my plush bed having my alone time and in my comfortable pajama wears enjoying the warmth of my bed and blankets despite the nightmares that I just have.

With a heavy heart that is pounding so very fast I get out of my bed, I made my way out of my room and descended the stairs walking towards the kitchen as it is now time for dinner and my stomach is already complaining and making tantrums demanding to feed the demons inside some food.

I am not that good at cooking but I know alot of dishes because my mother taught me how to cook and do my own chores for the reason that she does not want us to grow as a spoiled child wherein other people will be hurt by downgrading them.

As a heiress, my proud moments is when my family are selfless enough to hurt other people. Unlike some snob rich people who thinks so highly of themselves to look down on the people below them and that made me happy to know that I grew up with a family who thinks equally to others.

My parents raised us being spoiled with everything we want and need but they also taught us how to share what we have that the others do not have. Even if the others already have what we have still, my parents taught me and my sister to share.

My family are not perfect and also has a flaws but they are the definition of a good Samaritans.

I just wish Zackhary is still here with us.

"Audrey my love, I am home!" Yelled my sister.

Shooking my head at her behavior. She always do that whenever she is home, acting like my husband.

"You need to seriously stop saying that ate or else our neighbors will think that the people living next door are lesbians" I stated which makes her scrunch her nose, grimaced in disgust.

"Ewww... With that habit of yours I would not hit you up." She said now noticing her hands are full of plastic bags as she put them on the kitchen counter.

"Why? What is wrong with my habits? And it is three o'clock in the morning and you are already here? What brings you here? And what the hell, you have a pack of whatever you did bought at this time? Did you rob them by any chance?" I asked.

"Are you serious? No! Mom would freak out if she find out that one of us stole something! I just came back from my modeling shoot while you here my dear little sister when you are locking yourself in this house! Seriously, Audrey? When are you going to grow up!? I would always see you busy and when you are not, you are always locking yourself in the house!" she yelled and glared at me completely ignoring my question on why she is here.

"Again, what is wrong about it? I could spend my alone time in my comfortable place not partying and screwing boys" I said, rolling my eyes and turn back on the stove to continue cooking.

"Arghhh! You are crazy to let what had happened to Zackhary affect you to the max" she said.

"Hey! Do not involve Zackhary here! You know how it was my fault why it had happened to him! Will you stop bringing the past just so you can convince me of what you are planning!? It is bullshit!" I yelled, pointing her the spatula that I am holding.

Is she seriously bringing up the past now? She partly takes part on it also! How can she just forget about what happened three years ago!?

"No! You should know that it was never your fault! I am sure Zackhary also thinks the same! What happened in the past will stay in the past! You will never bring back the memories that is long gone! You need to understand that and stop being such a loser just because of that tragedy! Hey.. Hey, please do not cry baby sis." she said as she came running in front of me to hold me steadily as I started to feel my legs weaken and was about to collapse.

Sitting down on the floor, I brought my legs up to my chest and rocking myself back and forth as the memories on what had happened before crossed my mind.

If I had not come to that place, maybe.. Just maybe Zach is still here.