THE BEAUTIFUL DEMON

Chapter Four - Becky's Bold Entrance

Becky looked undeniably stunning, her beauty accentuated by the striking red lipstick she had applied to her already vibrant lips. The gown she wore, a well-designed piece in black and white, was form-fitting and left little to the imagination. Its plunging neckline revealed just enough to catch attention without being overly revealing. She paired the outfit with a sleek black handbag and black high-heeled shoes, which further added to her allure as she walked confidently toward the elevator. Her movements were smooth and graceful as she pressed the elevator button. Once the doors opened, she stepped inside and pressed the button again to close them. The elevator began its descent to the ground floor.

As the elevator descended, Becky adjusted her gown and glanced at her reflection in the glass panel on her right. The residents waiting for the elevator downstairs were eagerly anticipating its arrival. Once it reached the ground floor, Becky pressed the button to open the doors, and as they slid open, she found herself facing eight people who were waiting for the elevator. With a confident stride, she walked through their midst, her hips swaying with every step, commanding the attention of everyone in the lobby. The men, in particular, couldn’t take their eyes off her. An older man in the group, clearly captivated, muttered to himself, “If I could start my life over, she’d be the one I’d go on a date with.” The receptionist, overhearing his comment, let out a soft laugh, while the rest of the group, including the old man, entered the elevator.

Becky, who had recently changed her name from Osumella, stepped outside the building and stood waiting for a taxi. Minutes passed, but no taxis appeared. Just then, a car drove by, slowing as it approached her. The driver rolled down the window and called out, “Hey, beautiful, need a ride?” Becky barely acknowledged him, glancing his way once and then quickly turning her attention back to the road. Offended by her lack of response, the driver muttered angrily, “You don’t want to respond? Fine, screw you!” He sped off, leaving Becky standing there unfazed.

Annoyed by the lack of available transportation, Becky muttered, “Forget the taxi.” She discreetly moved to a hidden corner nearby and whispered a spell under her breath. From a nearby waste bin, a black BMW materialized, sleek and polished as if it had been conjured out of thin air. A smile played on Becky’s lips as she walked toward the car, her new creation, and slid into the driver’s seat. She navigated the car out of the alley and headed toward her destination.

Becky had done her research and knew exactly where she was headed—the Gorgeous Sixty Company, a place she was determined to work at. Upon arriving, she parked the BMW and quickly glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. She reapplied her lipstick, ensuring that her lips were even more radiant than before, and then grabbed her bag and exited the car. As she stepped out and closed the door behind her, she took a moment to admire the skyscraper looming above her. “It looks even more impressive than I expected,” she murmured to herself. “And I’m not late for my interview. Perfect.”

With a confident gait, Becky made her way up the stairs leading to the building’s entrance. Her every movement was deliberate, and her body moved with a seductive rhythm—her hips swaying, her chest rising and falling in time with her steps. A man who was walking out of the building with his wife couldn’t help but stare, his eyes wide with admiration. His mouth dropped open as Becky passed, and his wife, noticing his reaction, stopped abruptly. She glared at him before exclaiming, “What the hell are you looking at? Do you think she’s more beautiful than me?” Her husband, caught off guard, stammered, “No, no! I was just admiring her beauty. That’s all! Didn’t you see her? She looks like an angel.”

His wife, now fuming, cut him off. “I’ve heard enough,” she snapped before turning on her heel and storming down the stairs. In her haste, she almost tripped, but quickly caught herself before falling. Her husband reached out instinctively to help her, but she waved him off angrily. Embarrassed and flustered, he rushed after her, and they both hurried to their car.

Meanwhile, inside the building, Becky’s entrance did not go unnoticed. As she walked toward the receptionist’s desk, a man named Brian, who had been standing nearby, couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Man, that’s one incredible body,” he muttered under his breath. Becky, overhearing him, turned and shot him a look, saying, “Not sure you’d know what to do with it.” Flustered, Brian mumbled, “My bad,” and quickly made his way to his office, embarrassed by the exchange.

Becky approached the receptionist with a warm smile and said, “Hello. I’m Becky Frost. I have an interview scheduled today. Could you please check my name so I can proceed?” The receptionist, momentarily taken aback by Becky’s stunning appearance, was lost in thought. She couldn’t help but think, “With a body like hers, I’d never have to worry about anything. My fiancé would worship the ground I walk on.” Realizing she had zoned out, the receptionist snapped back to attention and replied, “Oh, yes, of course. Sorry about that. You’re just…you’re so beautiful.” Becky gave her a polite smile and replied, “Thank you, but let’s get back to business. I believe your manager is expecting me.”

The receptionist nodded quickly and checked her system. “Yes, everything is in order. I’ll give you directions to his office. It’s quite simple—take a left and head toward the elevator. Press the green button to open it, and once inside, you can use the automatic system. You’ll be heading to the 17th floor, the second-to-last floor of the building. Once there, take a left, and the office you’re looking for is the last room on the left. Knock when you arrive. Any questions?”

Becky, intrigued by the details, raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is he handsome?” The receptionist leaned in with a conspiratorial grin and whispered, “You’ll like what you see.” Pulling back, she added with a smile, “Good luck, Miss Frost.”

Becky gave a light chuckle and replied, “Thanks,” before confidently walking toward the elevator. As she stepped inside and followed the instructions, her mind raced with anticipation about the upcoming interview. But whatever awaited her at the Gorgeous Sixty Company, Becky knew she was ready to face it head-on, with grace, charm, and an unshakable confidence.