The Price of My Innocence: Demon's Playground

Chapter Two: My German Boss

He made eye contact with me and cleared the path in front of him using his hand, ignoring anyone coming up to him, maintaining eye contact with me. His walk, full of confidence. There wasn't an ounce of doubt or insecurity in his body. His posture was upright and demanding. You'd notice him in any room. He claimed every room.

"Hi Kimberly, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kristof Stühren, I'll be your MB.BS Rep." he extended his hands, shaking mine gently. My hands felt light in his, he was very strong but gentle. He was tall and mixed with a man-bun and I can't say I was ever a fan of that hairstyle on men, but something about the way he wore it was just sexy. He had the most perfectly aligned teeth, which had to be due to an orthodontic procedure.

I smiled gently, "Nice to meet you, Kristof."

"I expected you to be much taller," his eyes locked with mine. His eyes looked so deep. Deep, dark, charming eyes.

I giggled out of shyness, "Really? You've seen me?"

"Yeah, I got your number from Shane and in your profile picture you have really nice legs. But they looked long in the picture. He turned his phone towards me, zooming up on my legs.

I felt so nervous, he was scanning my body. I saw his eyes leave mine and make their way all the way down to my feet slowly and all the way back up. He wasn't shy. Does he want me or is it just dominance?

Talking about dominance, he didn't even stop there, "Can you pull down your mask, so I can see your face?" he said firmly.

Sure! I gently pulled it down so he could see and quickly covered it back. I could tell he was staring at my lips.

I thought I was quick, but he had already noticed my invisalign on my teeth.

"Is that braces?" he questioned.

"Oh no, it's invisalign," I smiled.

We said goodbye, and he said he'd add me to the group chat later that day.

From that moment on, for the rest of the evening, he never left my mind. The eyelock he held over me, the way he scanned my body, referring to me as much shorter than he expected, something about the way he made me feel so little and so nervous. I had never experienced that before. What was it? Is that normal? Is that just how men, particularly bosses, in the workplace are? I wanted to stop thinking about it because if there's one thing I'm against, it's unprofessionalism in the workplace. So that's not going to happen at ANY COST.

Unfortunately, later that day I went down the social media rabbit hole and I accidentally hit "request to follow". My own fingers betrayed me.

I-

I am officially the college stalker. But it was so fast I bet he didn't see, it would be humiliating if he saw. But there it was--- found out he was German. And it all made sense to me, he had that german charm, the kind that hits you in every detail. The way he moved, stood, spoke, looked... even his physique seemed custom-built to tempt me. The kind of temptation that makes you want to risk it all.

Germany has always been my dream; the people, the culture... just everything I adored all from afar. And German men? Well, I thought they were worlds beyond me on my little island of Trinidad and Tobago, but I've always had the biggest weak spot for them.

But like one of the devil's curses of temptation, there he was, arms reach away from me... every day.

Yet, I must not fall for him… I couldn't fall for him. He was my boss for God's sake and that'll be anything but professional. I repeated it over and over until the words melted into my brain and became one.

***Election Campaign***

It was time for campaigning. I created a flayer and wrote my speech. Of course, I had to quote John F. Kennedy. He has some of the wisest words I've ever heard. My competitor, however, Pooja,'s speech was pretty basic. No intelligent quotes, no confidence... just like a friend, I guess. She copied my flayer, but it didn't matter, I was very confident that the throne would be mine. That didn't stop my grind though... I prepared both a winning and losing speech because I was not too cocky and i would understand if they had more faith in her. Unfortunately, Joshua didn't compete. He messaged on the class group chat and said it made no sense for anyone to go up against me. I was going to win anyway. I was very flattered but I stayed humble.

***Election Results***

"Congratulations to Lauranda Everhart being elected as the 2022-2023 Year One School of Pharmacy Class Representative.

Votes Lauranda Everhart- 68

Pooja RattanSingh- 12"

I was overjoyed, it was time to release my winning speech:

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Good evening fellow classmates, you have spoken! I would like to sincerely thank you for electing me as your class representative. I accept it, in the words of John F. Kennedy, with a full and grateful heart and with only one obligation: to devote every effort of body, mind and spirit to your comfort and overall experience. I am humbled by your confidence that I will be able to lead and represent you as our student body. I also want to express my gratitude to everyone for their amazing support. Additionally, I would like to thank the other candidate who ran for class representative, Pooja RattanSingh. She carried out a fair campaign that made for an exciting and competitive election. I look forward to serving as your leader, and I am honored to be able to represent such an extraordinary and diverse group of students. I am your student and academic representative, meaning you will come to me with any and every issue. For example, I spoke to some students that had a problem with the traffic on Thursday, and I was able to contact the necessary department for changes to be made. As representative, I will do my best to listen and ensure transparency. You have a voice and I will listen to each one. Feel free to always give feedback on anything, even my performance as your class representative. Thank you, and I assure you that you voted right!

And never forget, I am your friend. I will look after each one of you. Your mental health is of immaculate importance to me.

Together we are stronger!

Strength for everyone!

Kind Regards,

Lauranda Everhart.

SoP Y1 Class Representative

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Kristof: Hi Kimberly, Congratulations on your victory. I look forward to working very closely with you.

Feel free to come to me with anything at all. I will assist you in every possible way I can.

Lauranda: Hey Kristof! Thank you sooo much! I truly appreciate that. When is your election?

Kristof: It's next week. Can you meet me at the library at 4:15pm tomorrow ?

Lauranda: Sure, but...what for?

Read at 8:05pm. Silence.

What could he possibly want to meet for? Work-related, surely... or, wouldn't it be?

But the way he speaks, so composed, so assured---why does he keep drawing my thoughts back to him? His words replay, smooth and steady, weaving their way into my mind, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, right?

Right?