Revenge And Redemption

Series Of Unfortunate Events 1.

Elena's POV:

I looked in the mirror and appreciated the girl that looked back at me. I look elegant. It was the day of the interview and I have been on my toes all morning. After showering, applying makeup and having breakfast I was finally ready to go slay the interview.

I decided to take my scooty with me for two reasons; first, nothing suspicious has happened in the last two days and second because I wanted to avoid the hassle of taking a cab.

My heels once again made satisfying noises as I made my way towards the reception. Now I know what you are thinking… no I did not ride my bike with heels on, I just exchanged my shoes for heels in the parking lot since being presentable was a sensible thing to do and I have heard that one have to wear heels regularly while working for high elite class people. Before I could speak, the girl looked at me and recognition lit her face. That's a first, she recognises me.

"Good morning Elena, for the interview you have to go to the thirtieth (30th) floor." She said, still typing something on the computer.

"Okay, thank you," I replied and turned to make my way towards the elevator.

"And hey listen, I am just telling you this but today the CEO himself is taking the interview." My jaw dropped to the floor. Like why does this have to happen to me!?

"Is he frightening or something?" I asked.

"Oh, you don't wanna know. By the way name's Hailey."

"Um, thanks for the warning, Hailey."

As the elevator opened tot he thirtieth floor, I was shocked to see around ten people for the interview. I need this job desperately and competition was not really my thing. Nevertheless I waited, waited and waited. It was after around eight people that they called my name.

My heart thudded in my chest as I made my way towards the door and knocked on it with shaking hands.

"Come in." A deep voice ordered from behind.

He didn't looked at me when I entered but was solely focused on the document in front of him. Probably my CV. But then I decided to fake cough to grab his attention. He looked up and that's when my cough turned into a real one.

"I know you are here, Ms Harold. Sit."

I can recognise this man anywhere. What is he doing here? Oh for God's sake I don't want to work under him. On the other hand, he doesn't recognise me so it won't be too bad working for him. I don't want him to know that I saw his goons with guns. Although that night, I only saw half of his face but his wavy brown hair was a dead giveaway and if not that the small bandage on his forehead told me he was the same man from two nights ago.

He raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow at me and that's when I realized that I was still very much standing at the door staring at him. Cautiously, I took a seat in front of him. And started twirling my thumbs around each other in a circular motion. It was a habit that I did when I got nervous.

Soon he started asking questions that I answered to the best of my capability. He's such a distraction, though. Mr Knight's face was extremely expressionless hence I wasn't able to find out whether I was hired or not.

At this point, though, I was not even sure I wanted to be hired or not because imagine I failed to submit my work on the due date and he kills me. I just want to get over this interview.

"Why do you think that you are the best candidate for this post?" He asked. His hand rubbing the subtle on his jaw. How is his jawline so sharp?

"Because I am hard working and diligent. You can check.." My eyes went to the bandage on his forehead. "...out my desig…" Ugh,I was itching to ask his condition. He noticed the movement of my eyes and his fist clenched beside him.

Suddenly he banged his fist on the table and I flinched. What the..? My heart will burst out of my chest.

Taking out something from his drawer, he asked calmly, "Do you recognise this?" Of course, I do. It's my favourite scarf that I used to wrap his wounded head with. s**t, he recognizes me. Imma head out now.

"I don't like to repeat myself."

"I-I do. That's my scarf." Why the hell are you stuttering, Elena?

Because he is shouting!

"The USB, where is it?"

"What USB?" I frown.

He stood up from his chair and leaned closer to me, hands on the table between us.

"The one you stole!"

"Why will I…"

He doesn't let me finish, taking a gun from his pocket and pointing at me.

"The truth, I want the truth!" He shouted as he rounded the desk to come near me. The gun still pointing towards me. Hell nah!

I started to back away slowly towards the door.

"See, I-I don't have your USB." Tears sting at the back of my eyes. It was not everyday that I had guns pointing at me and your girl wasn't good at dealing with things under duress so I only thought of one thing I could do at that moment - get out of here. I was almost at the door, my face still towards him but my hand at the door knob and then as soon as I turned to open the door, I heard him taking the safety of the gun off. My hands froze.

"Don't move." I felt him come behind me. "Turn around." He ordered. I refuse to do so.

"Turn around. I won't repeat myself " He warned.

As I slowly turned around fighting my inevitable fate, he placed his palm at the side of my head. His other hand which held the gun made its way towards my chin to make me look up at him.

"You really want to die? First, lying then disobeying me." He whispered, his warm breath hit my ear as he traced the gun along my jaw. The cold metal making goosebumps rise on my skin. His grey eyes held such a dangerous glint telling me he won't hesitate to put the bullet in my head.

"I don't know any USB! You- you messaged me yourself for help." My eyes glazed over. Why does he look so threatening? I just wanted to help.

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Then he took out his phone out with his free hand and checked it. It was when he saw the message that he sent me that he took the gun away from my chin.

"You are hired." Oh wow. He really think after his oh so nice display of affection I would want to work for him?

"I don't want to work for you."

"It's not like you have a choice, darling."

I turned to open the door when his voice stopped me again.

"Tomorrow at seven sharp. If you are a second late it won't end well. You don't want something to happen to your family right?"

My heart dropped. I looked at him and glared. "You wouldn't. I didn't do anything. I just wanted to help."

"Shh…" He put the gun to his lips and smirked. "You don't want to know what I can do. Tomorrow at seven."