Killer's Killer

Office Horizons

She parked her car in front of Hives Computer Officials, a towering building with ten well-organized floors. As she stepped out, she took a moment to admire the structure before heading inside. Entering the building, she was so stunned. The interior of the building was so beautiful; With shades of soft cream, the walls shone like smooth marble, adding a touch of grace to the company's modern interior. She introduced herself to her superiors.

There he stood—her boss. She had read a lot about him before joining. He was known to be a strict leader who demanded hard work and occasionally required employees to work overtime.

However, he was also fair. He compensated overtime with increased salaries and always appreciated those who showed

dedication. While he maintained a friendly demeanor with his employees, his approach to work was as serious as a patient in the ICU.

She introduced herself to him, and he welcomed her warmly before delivering a speech to all the new recruits. His words, though firm, were encouraging, and they made her feel ready to take on this new chapter in her life.

A junior colleague then guided her to her personal office.

Standing in front of the door, she paused, taking in the moment.

This was it—her new job, her new role, and her new beginning.

Excitement coursed through her as she pushed the door open, ready to make her mark.

She remained busy the entire day, but she loved her work. She

spent her time writing reports, checking details, understanding previous records, and analyzing past mistakes that had impacted the company. Four hours into her work, there was a knock on her door. One of her colleagues entered and informed her of an invitation to meet the boss. She nodded in acknowledgment, smiled politely, and made her way to his office.

As she approached the boss's room, she knocked on the door with a neutral expression. Without waiting for approval, she stepped inside.

"So, you're here," he said, his tone calm.

"Yes, I am. Is there a problem, boss?" she replied, her brow

furrowing slightly and her voice carrying a hint of mockery.

"You always do what you want. I won't stop you or question you,"

he said, leaning back in his chair. "But remember, you're playing

with fire. You're making things difficult for yourself. What about

your mother? Who else does she have other than you?" His tone

shifted to one of concern.

"You don’t need to worry about me," she retorted, her voice laced with defiance. "I’m not that same girl who needed advice. I know what I want, and thank you for your concern, boss," she added, her mocking tone still present.

He sighed, his expression softening. "Fine, do what you want. But if you ever need help, you know I’ll always be there for you."

His words made her pause momentarily. She stayed silent, her

emotions conflicted. Despite her anger, she noticed the sincerity in his tone. He continued, "I’m just glad you’re talking to me, even if it’s out of frustration. You're not the same person you were five years ago—the girl who locked herself in her room for a whole week."

Her silence lingered before she spoke again, her voice sharp with

sarcasm. "Oh, so now you remember? Yeah, you 'helped' me five years ago," she said as she sat in the chair opposite him, folding

her arms.

His face revealed a mixture of emotions as he replied, "You know

I was out of town then. All flights were canceled for three days, and I came to you as soon as I could. I know I didn’t handle things the way I should have back then, but I didn’t want you to dwell on that incident. I only wanted to help you move forward."

Her mocking expression shifted to one of shock. She had always assumed he neither believed her nor wanted to help her. The intensity in his voice and the emotion in his eyes caught her off guard. She quickly changed her expression, unwilling to dwell on the past.

"I don’t want to think about that anymore," she said, brushing off the conversation. "I’ve started a new chapter in my life, and I want to move forward. Let’s just forget about it. I have a question for you, though—who is our biggest rival?"

He immediately understood her attempt to redirect the conversation and decided to follow her lead. "Alright," he said with a faint smile, "let’s talk about that."

He was well aware that he had to go abroad five years ago and remain there for three years. When he returned to her home after those three years, he tried to reach out, but his busy schedule prevented him from talking to her. When he finally made an effort to visit her, she refused to speak to him. Since then, she had never uttered a word to him. He knew deep down that she wouldn’t listen to his side of the story, and that was precisely why

she had changed the subject so quickly.

"Inverted Computer Officials—they are our business rivals," he said, his voice steady. "Even though the boss there was once my friend, and we started our companies together, he’s a psycho. His company is now the top contender in the country, while ours is second. He turned everything around by taking a project that was

meant for us. He manipulated the person in charge, introduced his own company, and secured the deal when I was abroad. And now, his company has risen to the top. But most importantly, he’s no longer my friend. He stabbed me in the back."

The words hung in the air, filled with a mix of frustration and betrayal.

"Okay then! I have an idea," she said confidently. "We should arrange a meeting with them. We can discuss important matters, like previous issues and future business opportunities, and propose working together on a new project. This way, both companies can rise to the same level."

"And what benefit would I gain from this meeting?" he replied, his expression frustrated. "I don’t want to talk to him. He betrayed me before, and I know his nature—he’ll betray me again."

"First of all, our company will reach the top position," she began, her voice steady. "Secondly, by working together, we can gain mutual benefits while making our way into his company.

Eventually, we’ll take over his other projects, just like he took the previous one from you," she added, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"Why are you so interested in taking down his company?" he asked, his tone curious and slightly skeptical.

"I’m not interested in destroying him—just his company," she replied immediately. "I don’t even know him, nor have I ever seen him."

She replied to him while looking at his back, "I don't believe you."

"Why are you not looking at me? And what about my back?" he asked her inquisitively.

"What do you want to hear? You're the one who told me about him. I don't even know him," she replied furiously.

"Okay, I believe you. But remember, I know you better than anyone," he said with a smile.

"Fine! Do whatever you want. I don't want to talk to you. I only asked because of the company," she replied, standing up from her chair and moving toward the door.

"Alright, I will arrange a meeting with him tomorrow. Prepare for it and inform the others. And lastly, you’re acting strange," he said calmly.

She didn’t reply and walked out of the office. Behind her, he smiled faintly and murmured to himself, "She hasn’t changed. She acts tough, but she’s still the same girl, annoyed by small things,"he added with a smile.